IPhone

[Pre-Chorus]

(Hit them with the fentanyl)

(I fucking love this man)

(It just wasn't working out)

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, I'm finna stay home, uh

Plays, making money off my iPhone, uh

Slim thick bitch call me on my iPhone

I didn't cry when bro died, why would I cry now?

Yeah, uh, I wanna lie down, uh, I wanna cry now

And every time I cry now

Uh, but let your eyes out, I love it when you sleep (Oh, oh)

Uh, I only come at night, she know I'm not a creep (Oh, oh)

Uh, uh, I'm a cretin, baby, I'm reaching, uh

I let the bugs in, I thought that's what you wanted, yeah

I'm not like Cupid, man, I got a gun, yeah

A fallen angel, she look good from every angle

Fell from Heaven, broke my ankle

Yeah, I know it seems dumb, yeah

But, baby, you're the one, I've known that since I've seen the sun

And I'm my mama's first son, but she got another one

[Pre-Chorus]

(Hit them with the fentanyl)