Cell Boomin

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]

Stains hit my phone 'cause I'm trapping like a bitch

Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3%

Don't be playin' on my line tell me what you tryna get

Hate when niggas want work but they ask to send a pic

I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick

I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss

Top Shoota Dun dodda nigga real ting diss

On Instagram thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics

Call your bitch make a flick hit again and call it quits

Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit

Servin' niggas fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap

Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep

All day juggin' on my trap phone

Gettin' on my my nerves switch to airplane mode

Selling hella drugs to a patient

Young nigga trappin' out the vacant

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundreds, nigga, what the fuck you want?

I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off trappin' like a mutherfucker

Karo a whole pint, serve it to a dumb sucker

[Verse 2: Father]

Stop playin' on my phone

Ayy, you at the crib, bitch, I'm always fucking home

Best had text before you come, nigga, you don't know me

Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey

Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motarola

Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola

Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita hola

Yeah I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola

Damn that was ignorant, going to blame it on my pigment

Niggas think they see me but they only see a figment

Habitual bitch-getter, pick of the litter, nigga

How the hell you figure you better?

You the type of nigga take a bitch leave the cheddar

I'm the type of nigga get the money get her wetter

Need more provolone, nigga need feta

Need to leave that ho alone, nigga do better

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want

I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker

Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka

[Verse 3: Maxo Kream]

Stupid bitch hit my phone askin' can I front a sack

Told that petty little ho she could never call me back

Only time I text a ho when I'm feenin for some cat

But I could never let the pussy come between me and the trap

On vyvanse, on molly I could never take a nap

Open 24/7 come and get it asap

Even sell flatscreens got a couple Apple Macs

Got so many guns that I even sell straps

Middle fingers to the laws put it all on Snapchat

Only use this phone to trap so I don't got a lotta apps

Got 3 different numbers tryna dodge a wire tap

Get the weed from amigo, get the xans from the japs

All day trappin' like a fool

My little brother movin' packs after school

Sellin' hella drugs to a junkie

Young nigga juggin' cross the country

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundreds, nigga, what the fuck you want?

I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off trappin' like a mutherfucker

Karo a whole pint, serve it to a dumb sucker