Private Phones

[Intro: FBG Goat] Yeah It feel like it was [?] (We got London on the track) It feel like [?] (L-O-H got the sauce, boy) [Verse 1: FBG Goat] I just lost my cousin, they left his body on sight Now who can I talk to when things ain't right? Tryna get these demons out my head like po-lice Step on the floor with my daughter, damn, I remember them cold nights Never could I ever swap deals with the devil Show no love for no ho, nah I keep a rose gold extendo on my Glock when I hop in that Ghost, yeah Popping percocet tens 'til I lose my mind I wish I could see Katherinе one more time Now I combinе two cups, every day I pour up I just lost my uncle, found out my daddy was on dust But I still got love for you Yeah [Interlude: Young Thug] Yeah Just telling all facts, know what I'm sayin'? No cap in our raps Slatt business, bands [Verse 2: Young Thug] It could be dynamite The way that you work on my private, lil' baby, it gotta be dynamite The way that you look in my eyes and tell me you riding tonight Ride like a motorbike on a sunny night We can light the sky, we can tie our ties Feeling under your skirt, yeah Tell you all of my dirt, yeah A nigga play you he get murked, yeah I'ma cock it, then burst, yeah Had the swag, that was God's gifts Million bands and it's all chips They want me give up all the cars and all of the houses and cars, yeah Showing the safe in New Orleans Showing her face in New Orleans Showing the safe in New Orleans I get the tip from the lawyer Peppermint cup and I peppered the Patek Bitches greet me and tell me I'm they daddy Didn't get the Porsche, I'm a player Didn't get a Porsche, I'm a player in the Caddy Leave me lone, I don't wanna tell you how I feel Yeah, yeah, yeah My private phone, answer for niggas in the pen' Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm smoking strong, I don't even know where to begin Yeah, yeah, yeah I see no wrong just you and me facing schemes Yeah, yeah