Phones

Lyrics

[Intro] On god! (On god!) [Verse 1] She might need a [?] Tell a bitch, "Oh, no", something like Dikembe Nine like Romo but I'm on tenth play All I wear is Como, cut like a switchblade Wonder why the folks so rough, then it hit me Niggas want positions, be switchin up in they feelings Bitches getting ass beat, thick as fuck and they still lame [?] generous but I feel played Wait, hol' up, 5% the window They can't see the clouds or the smoke or extendo I done made my whip turn to folk in the rental Think about my dawg, he got yolked at my girl folks [Chorus] Ayy, like, I'm damned at my lil bro Why the fuck I gotta show him songs on the jail phone I done told her I can't hit her raw but I still do I ain't tryna get the beef involved but I still blow Ayy, like, I'm damned at my lil bro Why the fuck I gotta show him songs on the jail phone I done told her I can't hit her raw but I still fold I ain't tryna get the beef involved but I still blow [Verse 2] Ah, they like damn, he got no cheese I know that they talk down kinda like they know me I'ma let the top down, let her feel the cold breeze Rocky, you so sick, you need socks, you got cold feet I'ma leave the crib with the Glock 'fore my soul leave He was in the pic, he got cropped 'cause lil' bro leech I was in mud with the ones who done broke me I done spent my funds on the ones who done told me I could never do what I does, now I'm floating I got everything that I want, it was slowly Baby, you so sweet, make me rock, I got no teeth Tell 'em boys, wait 'til [?], got a whole [?] [Chorus] Ayy, like, I'm damned at my lil bro Why the fuck I gotta show him songs on the jail phone I done told her I can't hit her raw but I still do I ain't tryna get the beef involved but I still blow Ayy, like, I'm damned at my lil bro Why the fuck I gotta show him songs on the jail phone I done told her I can't hit her raw but I still fold I ain't tryna get the beef involved but I still blow