Maxo Kream - Cell Boomin lyrics

rate me

ft. Father

(Verse)

Stains hit my phone cus I'm trappin' like a bitch

Face timin' with the plug but my phone on 3%

Don't be playing' on my line tell me what you tryna get

Hate when niggas wanna work but they ask to send a pic

I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick

I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss

Top Shoota Dun doda nigga real team diss

On Instagram thottin' hoes sending naked pics

Call your bitch make a flick hit again and call it quits

Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit

Serving niggas fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap

Watch me quarterback plays like a twenty eight sweep

All day jugging on my trap phone

Getting on my my nerves switch to airplane mode

Selling hela drugs to a patient

Young nigga trapping out the vacant

(Chorus)

Stupid little bitch wanna front on 5 grams

You a petty little hoer

3 pounds of the gas going for the 5 bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundreds nigga what the fuck you want

I might ship it out to Cali while you smoking home grown

Phone goin' off trapping' like a motherfucker

Karol a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka

(Verse)

Stop playing on my phone

Hey, you at the crib, bitch I'm always fuckin’ home

Best had text 'before you come, nigga you don't know me

Flip phone Nokia to keep it low-key

Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motorola

Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola

Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita ola

Yeah I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola

Damn that was ignorant, gonna to blame it on my pigment

Niggas think they see me but they only see a figment

Habitual bitch get a pick of the litter, nigga

How the hell you figure you better?

You the type of nigga take a bitch leave the cheddar

I'm the type of nigga get the money get her wetter

Need more provolone, nigga need fetter

Need to leave that ho alone, nigga do better

(Chorus)

(Verse )

Stupid bitch hit my phone asking can I front a sack

Told that petty little ho she could never call me back

Only time I text a ho when I'm feeling for some cat

But I could never let the pussy come between me and the trap

On vitamins on molly I could never take a nap

Open 24/7 come and get it a sap

Even sell flat screens got a couple Apple Macs

Got so many guns that I even sell straps

Middle fingers to the laws put it all on Snap chat

Only use this phone to trap so I don't got a lot of apps

Got three different numbers try dodge a wire tap

Get the weed from amigo, get the x transform the japs

All day trapping like a fool

My little brother moving packs after school

Sellin' hela drugs to a junkie

Young nigga jugging cross all the country

(Chorus)

Flip phone Nokia to keep it low-key