Seven Cell Phones

[Intro: FBG Young]

(Kenny on the beat)

Ayy, you seen my Trap Money shirt, bro?

Huh, yeah, uh, woah, shit

[Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Dutchie]

Uh, seven cell phones and still won't call the ho (Won't call the ho)

Bad bitch from outta town, I make her test the dope (I make her test the dope)

You ain't got no plug, boy, who you working for? (Yeah, who you working for?)

Woah, huh, uh, woah

Uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty 'bows (He gave me twenty 'bows)

Give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (They out the—, They gone; woah, woah, woah)

Seven cell phonеs, they calling for more (Woah, woah)

Uh, damn, woah, huh

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]

I'ma whip, then dab, nah (Dab)

I'ma whip this jab, yеah (Jab)

Pipe it up, then dab, nah (Dab)

I'ma pipe this strag, yeah (Strag)

RuPaul the foreign, yeah (Skrrt)

I'ma make it drag, yeah

Lil' bitch on my ass, yeah

Let me get this bag, yeah (Yeah)

My phone bills [?], yeah, trap lines and whatnot (Hello?)

For that cash, your fuck-ass get bus pass like bus stops (Let's get it)

Shooter keep shooting (Boom, boom), using Rugers like jump shots (Like jump shots)

Oh, tow truck kicked the door, fuck; all the coca getting flushed out (No)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I'm smoking on gas like Texaco (Gas, gas)

I got seven cell phones

Hell nah, I won't even text a ho (I won't even text the bitch)

Your plug sent you a dub?

Lying-ass scrub, what the fuck you be flexing for? (Fuck you be flexing for?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I Nike, lil' bitch, I be checking dough (Go)

[Chorus: FBG Young]

Uh, seven cell phones and still won't call the ho (Won't call the ho)

Bad bitch from outta town, I make her test the dope (I make her test the dope)

You ain't got no plug, boy, who you working for? (Yeah, who you working for?)

Woah, huh, uh, woah

Uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty 'bows (He gave me twenty 'bows)

Give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (They out the backdoor)

Seven cell phones, they calling for more (Trap Money)

Uh, damn, woah, huh

[Verse 2: FBG Young]

Everything must go, maybe even you, B (Maybe even you, B)

All I want is green, them hundreds Tookie blue, B (Tookie blue)

I feel like Deebo, plug hit me with a brick (With a brick)

Ain't no RICO, niggas in the trap, we eating, B (We eating, B)

I got seven cell phones, so what you called me for? (What you called me for?)

I got seven-digit money, so don't call me broke (So don't call me broke)

My partner cook it better, so I move the 'bows (Move the 'bows)

Woah, woah, yeah, uh, woah

Junkies at the door say it's delicious (Say it's delicious, huh)

My plug hit me with Ps, but what you benching? (But what you benching, huh?)

Yeah, I got your message, said I missed it, uh (I said I missed it, woah)

I'm clumsy with these hoes, ain't catching feelings, yeah (Ain't catching feelings, huh)

[Chorus: FBG Young]

Uh, seven cell phones and still won't call the ho (Won't call the ho)

Bad bitch from outta town, I make her test the dope (I make her test the dope)

You ain't got no plug, boy, who you working for? (Yeah, who you working for?)

Woah, huh, uh, woah

Uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty 'bows (He gave me twenty 'bows)

Give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (They out the backdoor)

Seven cell phones, they calling for more (They want some more)

Uh, damn, woah, huh (Seven cell phones, they calling for more)

[Outro: FBG Young]

Won't call the ho

I make her test the dope

Yeah, who you working for?

Huh, huh, damn, shit, huh, woah, yeah

Ha, ha, he gave me twenty 'bows

They out the backdoor

They want some more

Damn, shit, woah, woah