Phone

I'm double in it
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week
Got your thottie to my house
She's bout to freak
'Bout to freak, 'bout to freak
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house
She's bout to freak fucking with her, geek
Beep

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house
She's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy
We's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy
Don't call my phone

Smookin' on Tooka with my click-clack
Fuck the chi-chat fuck nigga
You better get back before
Your ass get whacked
Niggas all about that chi-chat
Over that internet i ain't with that damn
Chi-chat on that internet
Blammin' at these fuck niggas like "Bow, bow
Bang"
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings
Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on
That motherfucking beamer
Hoes say I talk like I'm from Alabama
Nah, bitch, this ain't country grammar

Jackson just like Samuel
Did you read the motherfucking manual
Lemme check my schedule
Choppa go "du-du-du", let's go

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house
She's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy
We's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy
Don't call my phone