Beeper
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
This ain't spoken word but I'm a fuckin' poet
This a 40 if I up it Imma blow it
Every song I got I blank
I see these niggas hatin' on the internet
But I don't never see them at the bank
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin' with the trap money
I put that shit on and I drip
I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod
My shirt was too tight it ain't cover the clip
I'm getting high on the low with yo bitch
Drinkin' hen while I drive I'm control the whip
I wouldn't try this at home
I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
Don't try to pull out ya picture phone
Kiss on this dick ain't no mistletoe
You know I'm the shit I can switch a hoe
Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a hoe
Forget it, you blew it, its over
All hunnids they blue like they rollin'
Did my dance and I took ya lil hoe
She like how I be moving my shoulders
You know how the boy do it, I'm posted
I keep that shit lowkey I still got that OG
And he gon' try to cap for his partnas
Don't know nothin' 'bout me, but act like he know me
And I might catch a flight to LA just to go
Back and shoot my shot like I'm Kobe
Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and
Get off the load by my muhfuckin' lonely '
Cause my...
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
That ain't Da Baby, that's my baby
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
This ain't spoken word but I'm a fuckin' poet
This a 40 if I up it Imma blow it
Every song I got I blank
I see these niggas hatin' on the internet
But I don't never see them at the bank
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin' with the trap money
I put that shit on and I drip
I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod
My shirt was too tight it ain't cover the clip
I'm getting high on the low with yo bitch
Drinkin' hen while I drive I'm control the whip
I wouldn't try this at home
I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
Don't try to pull out ya picture phone
Kiss on this dick ain't no mistletoe
You know I'm the shit I can switch a hoe
Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a hoe
Forget it, you blew it, its over
All hunnids they blue like they rollin'
Did my dance and I took ya lil hoe
She like how I be moving my shoulders
You know how the boy do it, I'm posted
I keep that shit lowkey I still got that OG
And he gon' try to cap for his partnas
Don't know nothin' 'bout me, but act like he know me
And I might catch a flight to LA just to go
Back and shoot my shot like I'm Kobe
Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and
Get off the load by my muhfuckin' lonely '
Cause my...
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper
Thumpin' like a speaker, cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to dose off
Ain"t been getting sleep I practice what I'm pre'chin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school
Bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat these MFs know it
That ain't Da Baby, that's my baby
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Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Anthony Mosley
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