Other Phone

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] Ayy, yeah Alright [Verse 1: YN Jay] You gotta call my other, other, other phone just to pull up on me Ridin' around with a dinner roll, I got too much money Ayy, this ain't no chicken strip, this a dinner roll Bad bitch shakin' ass, she on a stripper pole (Ayy) It's too many bitches in my crib, I can pick the hoes I don't bust pounds down no more, I just flip the 'bows Living room wide open, but the kitchen closed Billion dollars every month off DistroKid, that's my biggest goal Bitch got the flattest ass in the party, but got the biggest nose Nigga got a bullshit watch on, got his wrist swole I done made a hundred thousand dollars off a flip phone Kidd walked up to me, said, "Wow, how your wrist glow?" I know an old-school nigga still get bricks gone The house frame still on the street, but the bricks gone COVID-19 in your crib, that's a sick home 'Member back then, the dope phone was the rich phone [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] Why the fuck you buy them 'bows if you can't get 'em gone? A bunch of bands in this house, I ain't home alone A bunch of rats in your circle, you niggas bold I just bought a big-ass ten milli', it'll send you home If that pussy got a smell, then somethin' wrong A nigga tried to fight me one-on-one and he got jumped on Your bitch brung pussy over to my crib, it got humped on My lil' cousin down South gettin' Runtz gone A nigga slide down this block, I'ma let it up You would think 2Pac in this whip the way we hit him up The first time you made ten bands, you went and got some buffs Now you look rich but you broke, you niggas dumb as fuck She think I'm finna fall in love, I just wanna fuck Every day a nigga wake up, I'ma run it up I paid three hundred dollars for this double cup I made 7K today while you was cuddled up [Verse 3: YN Jay] Bitch shakin' ass in the club, she finna fuck it up Bitch walk around, two balloons, she got a bubble butt I'm finna put a play in motion, gotta huddle up 7.62s hit his head, I had to shut him up I fuck a bitch and then I'm done, you tryna cuddle up You makin' bets on FanDuel tryna bubble up I just put a hundred thousand up, that's another buck I got a freaky bad bitch tryna suck me up [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] And that's the same bitch you niggas out here tryna cuff I'ma hit you with this Glock since you think you buff Niggas out here shit talkin' on beats, niggas think they us Send a nigga to the store and go and get some blunts I made ten in one day, it would've took you months OG fuck with that shit, I still call him unc' It's 2024, you still smokin' bunk I hit him with a 40, you would think he drunk