8 Phones

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh Huh, huh Huh, huh [Verse] Hunnid hoes on my dick Nigga mad he caught me on the phone with his bitch Niggas better watch they tone in this bitch If we catch him out in traffic, hunnid poles to his whip All this cheese on me got me finna pose in this bitch Keep a sleeve on her but my baby cold than a bitch Threw a crutch to my opps, niggas' broke than a bitch Smacking out from the back while I'm choking yo bitch Yeah, she gon' fuck 'cause my pape' long Feel like Lance, every opp get they face blown Big Triple S's on, I can't chase hoes Big 7.62s, boy, these bitches break bones You can ask Sprint, boy, I'm Mister Eight Phones Monkey nuts on this bitch so I slide with BAPE on On the seven with my 'migo, bitch, we counting pesos I ain't gotta tell the hoes I touch pape' 'cause they know SBD$M, bitch, we all ball When you up dog shit, bet they all call He ain't got no leash when unky make the dog walk Real headhunter, yo bitch tryna suck my balls off And when I, yeah, okay, she gon' lick the tip We ain't going on no baecay, this a business trip All my hunnids blue in this bitch, upping chicken strips Mean-mugging when I up this bitch, bet the tension shift Me and you both share the head, yo bitch generous Just blew three hunnid bucks, on some dinner shit Margielas got me paint stepping, on some sinner shit I done threw a dick on this bitch, that's a gender switch Unky threw some yeah and that shit made the blender mix It's August twenty-fourth but my chain on December shit Better think with yo head or gang'll dismember it Even back before the ShittyBoyz, bitch, I been the shit Bitch, I got sauce you would never ever find out Thinking I'm a lick? Fuck around and blow his mind out Gotta know the blicky in my lap when I ride 'round You might got her heart but that lil' neck is mine now Swinging sticks like the big leagues Triple S, Balenciagas, these the big sneaks Trackhawking up the Lodge, this a big Jeep You can ask any bitch I hit, bet they miss me I can't kick it with you, bitch, I ain't Jackie Chan AP'd outta Sam's Club, did my happy dance You ain't SBD$M? We ain't slapping hands If Tron drop his chains in this bitch, that's a avalanche Twenty floors up in Miami, hitting stripper hoes Gotta know my bitch rich, cute, and her figure cold We don't care about that petty stack, up a bigger roll We don't care about them lil' guns, we got bigger poles [Outro] Yeah