Lyrics:
phone he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone bring it by the boat he said
We gone get it cross the border
If you just make sure that it go he
count my bag, gotta get it long
Wait a minute, yeah, nobody pickin' up the phone
Nobody callin', yeah, nobody textin
Swear to God, yeah, but I know they
in my cargo
I get dope by the car load
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so
bitches
Not even a million that's gassing
You get what I'm saying
It's an expression
Do the math
Get off my phone with one bitch
Then another bitch gon call
Where few men have travelled is
Where I call home
From my whole different zone
Where niggas stay
Drunk off rum and get blown
It's the life of the trife
Bitches dusty
They disgust me (ew)
Pee yeww
They so buddy
Act like they can't live without you
Lemme alone
Fuck off my phone
Bitch get block that text
everyone please be completely quiet
Because i can literally hear a whisper
And it’ll throw off my stream of
Consciousness, and when I get my
Stream
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, y'all niggas meet
Me by the motherfuckin'
The spot in like twenty minutes
Trap house doin' numbers, hey
Trap phone clickin',
matter
Oh right
No lie
New dough like a bakery, watch it rise
That's all I, That's all I, That's all I get homie
Tell ya girl be home by 9 she ready for me
burn, why you wanna drown?
Why you wanna die by the highway?
The front lines intertwine
Smash lies, wake up, stand up and jump off to this
Said wake
And if you gon call my phone
Baby girl call my phone
You never all alone
Baby girl call my phone
I’ll there right by your door
Baby girl call my phone
sayin', baby
Lovin' shit, you know I'm crazy
So go ahead and pour the drink up
I'm so glad we got to link up, yeah
Get to takin' that off, takin' that
ain't right if you're doin' nothin' wrong
Get off of that phone
Find out Korea like Kim Jong-Un
Find your passion and cash
In like Kim Kardashian
And bask
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Gold H on my belt (belt), phone full of gold diggers (dig)
Sippin' gold bottles of Spade (Spade), tell them hoes go figure, ah
Young nigga I get it
by no bitch
We can't fall off by no money, get that bread, then we split
We can't fall off on no shit
If we ain't got each other, we gon' fall
Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from
Motherfucker overdose or some shit off
man, shit, take it from me
You better off to get drunk on a Pepsi
Up, that's a beep, might be a freak (Hey lemme roll with your phone?)
I ain't taking
throne
I done made least a 50 off each of my phones
Snakes just something I do not condone
Cut the head off and he dead he gone
She love my aroma Versace
on the floor
We're here for all the shit that you don't need no more (yeah)
We want your cash open the safe get off the phone
Don't be a hero and you might
elevation
Trip you off your feet, you could call me levitation
I get into your head, you could call me meditation
I press all of her buttons, she could be my
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my hoe
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope
Get yours,
want
We can cut them phones off
While taking your clothes off
Beat it up until you doze off
Yeah
With no strings attached
Don't got to call me your man
not bitch
Now please get off of my dick
I’m trynna live life but you making me sick
Why you keep callin a nigga
You blowin my phone trynna talk
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