Phone Lyrics

I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm f*cking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I dont owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone

Smookin on Tooka with my click clack for the chi-chat
f*ck nigga you better get back before your ass get wet
Niggas all about that chi-chat over that iner-nat
I ain't with that damn chi-chat on that iner-nat
Blammin at these f*ck niggas like "Bow, Bow, Bang"
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherf*cking Bama
Hoes say I talk like im from Ala-Bama
Nah bitch this ain't country grammer

Jackson just like Samuel
Did you read the motherf*cking manual
Lemme check my schedule
Choppa go dududuh let go

I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm f*cking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I dont owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone

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