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