Phones

2 Cups, two blunts The fuck is this? Shorty ass tweaking Dopey-dopey-dope, wait hold on! Who the fuck is this on my line this time? Broke bitch, I ain't got a dime this time Talking 'bout you pregnant, girl, you lying this time cause I know I strapped up Boy, it's real in the field, so you know I'm strapped up It's real, all the wrong niggas getting clapped up Know it's real when your own nigga get clapped up, but he die right next to you Turn your savage up, do a drill when he next to you Boy, that pole ain't real, who you flexing to? Girl, I just want some top, I ain't sexing you Say I pass on that, gas on deck 93 gas, I smash on that Let 'em free Spazz and I'll spaz on a track I ain't never been a hoe, I'll blast on Pep, on Pooh Bear Knock, knock on your door, like "Who there?" Put the pole to his face, like "You there!" Try to move out the way and take two there Nigga, I'm too real Nigga, it's too real Don't wanna cross a nigga like me, hoe Send shots, I ain't talking 'bout free throw Smoke Rock, I ain't talking 'bout C-4 "You talking 'bout Keno?" "I'm talking 'bout Rocket, man!" Got me higher than a rocket, man 30 on me, I'll pop it, man PBG got plug, no socket, man Ask Bang, niggas know how we rocking, man, I ain't flodging Got like 17 pair of True's right now in my closet Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robin's Two cups, two blunts, two mollies, I do drugs, shorty So I don't even remember last time I fucked, shorty Talm 'bout you pregnant, you can get off my line So you must be drunk, shorty I ain't for none, shorty On my life, shorty! On my baby, though Fuck is up with you? Hold on Wait, wait, wait, hold on Who the fuck is this on my line this time? Unknown number calling Probably my P.O., so I ain't gon' decline this time "Hello?" "Pap, you a bitch, when I catch you, I'm nailing you, that's on my homie, nigga!" "What? What? Fuck your homie, nigga! I'm in traffic right now with it on me, nigga, so come get up with me Matter fact, where you at? I'ma get up with you I don't give a fuck who you with, they getting hit up with you Ambulance pick you up, they getting picked up with you Cause I ain't missing not none of these Nigga, you ain't getting one, you getting some of these Nigga, I do hits, that shit fun to me Nigga can't say shit 'bout what he done to me I got shot, my homie got changed right in front of me Then Keno died, then Munchie died A couple niggas got hit up, and they lucky that they ass still alive So get off my phone!" I don't know what's wrong, nigga talm 'bout he wanna do a song I think he tryna set a nigga up, but you know I ain't going Tell him, "Fuck nigga, leave me alone!" Wait, hold on! Man, what the fuck wrong with these niggas, man? These niggas funny as hell, brody! Go get you some fucking money, man My shit clapping, on my baby, though On my life! Who the fuck is this on my line this time? "What up, bro? They call me Mack Man, I'm tryna get a feature" "Well you know I'm finna tax Nigga, how much you got?" "I got 650," "Nigga, I need seven" "Come on, bro, work with me!" "Alright, send the Western Union, send the beat to the e-mail! And send it to Yahoo, I don't give out my Gmail!" You don't motherfucking know me from the old me I ain't even saying it like I'm a O.G Put in work by myself, nigga, fuck four deep Do a drill, bandanna on, fuck low key Nigga, we be so deep, on the block selling hard Pop out 3 o'clock, all the way to graveyard My brother told me, "Work hard, play hard!" Got shells for these niggas that just wanna play hard Wait, hold on!