Trap Phone

Lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] (I.D. Labs) Lemme chirp these fools Good one Richard Pass out, he gon [?] though Ayo man, what y'all put in this joint? Oh this that KK? [Hook] I handle business on my trap phone, oh If you need it then I got it for ya, oh If you want it, it won't take long, no My niggas always got it for you [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Money Making Mitch Old beamer on your bitch On the gang, on my name Swear that I would never switch Man Wizzle hit the switch Bring your friends who you wit Girl this outfit fire, I just bought it, we lit Still with it, still get it for the low if niggas need it Four bottles, four models, kick you out if you conceited Gang gang twist my fingers Couple pieces in the cleaners You could keep her I don't cuff her On my momma, fuck you thinkin' Rubber bands in my hands tryna' throw it in the zone All night no curfew she responded, boy I'm grown Drop your homegirls off don't be playing, let me know Don't hit my main line hit me on my trap phone Thats on crip [Hook] I handle business on my trap phone, oh If you need it then I got it for ya, oh If you want it, it won't take long, no My niggas always got it for you [Verse 2: Bluntsmoker] Money got them backstrokes Sour got my Eyes lows Only hit my trap phone Alright, if you need four Kush in the raw tray Blunts with the Bombay Trappin out the hallway Servin' niggas all day Tellin' thats a no no Stay away from po-po Stuntin in my photos Rockin' all this polo Only talk to OGs, smokin' on this strong weed My bank account is OD Hoes stay on me [Hook] I handle business on my trap phone, oh If you need it then I got it for ya, oh If you want it, it won't take long, no My niggas always got it for you [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm probably fucking your bitch Just put the '61 on pumps Had to juice it up Haters loosen up We just doin' us Four pumps, I got fluid in the trunk Hit the corner doing three wheels Let the right corner dump Two licks in the back, one in the front Plus I got that skunk rolled up, the streets showed us How to gain control emoted, pull it out ain't a stain on it King of Pittsburgh so I moved to California Hit your girl now she horny Bought the low rider, went and stored me We ain't into fake, them niggas corny Them cameras on so we stay performing Just call my name when the plane boarding Gang [Outro] The trap line is open, just chirp me We done rolled