Phone's Tapped
They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter
Ima fighter
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
No no no no no, i cant go go go go go
I'm from the go go go go, bitch ima blow blow blow blow
I hit ya ho ho ho, ho ho, we on the low low low low low
She fucked my bro bro bro bro bro bro bro
Thought i ain't know know no no no no no
That's why i glow glow glow glow glow glow
Stunt with my rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls
Stunt on my hos hos, hos, hos hos
They be like whoa whoa, whoa, whoa whoaaa
But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit
Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick
If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin
I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em
Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often
All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing
They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter
Ima fighter
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, ima real trap nigga
And i still got niggaz, that a still clap niggaz
In the field whack niggaz
If the quarter back sneak, ima have to sack a nigga
If he think a nigga sweet ima smack a nigga
Have the bloodhounds have to go track a nigga
Posted with a chopper Iraq a nigga
What you didn't know this Chi-Raq nigga
What you didn't know that I'm strapped nigga
Must've didn't know I don't lack nigga
Callin up foe let's blow pack nigga
Came a long way now we can't go back nigga
Who is these niggaz, i don't know that nigga
So no i can't put you on no track nigga
Trying to put my mama in a 4 flat nigga
All this cheese where the kodak nigga
Dressed in all black like Kodak nigga
If he wonna cap Ima blow that nigga
If he want beef ima show that nigga
Think he talking to fast gotta slow that nigga
Give me all ya shit de-robe that nigga
Damn i ain't wonna have to ho that nigga
But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit
Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick
If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin
I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em
Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often
All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing
They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter
Ima fighter (Ima mafukin fighter bitch)
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
Ima fighter
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
No no no no no, i cant go go go go go
I'm from the go go go go, bitch ima blow blow blow blow
I hit ya ho ho ho, ho ho, we on the low low low low low
She fucked my bro bro bro bro bro bro bro
Thought i ain't know know no no no no no
That's why i glow glow glow glow glow glow
Stunt with my rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls
Stunt on my hos hos, hos, hos hos
They be like whoa whoa, whoa, whoa whoaaa
But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit
Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick
If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin
I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em
Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often
All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing
They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter
Ima fighter
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, ima real trap nigga
And i still got niggaz, that a still clap niggaz
In the field whack niggaz
If the quarter back sneak, ima have to sack a nigga
If he think a nigga sweet ima smack a nigga
Have the bloodhounds have to go track a nigga
Posted with a chopper Iraq a nigga
What you didn't know this Chi-Raq nigga
What you didn't know that I'm strapped nigga
Must've didn't know I don't lack nigga
Callin up foe let's blow pack nigga
Came a long way now we can't go back nigga
Who is these niggaz, i don't know that nigga
So no i can't put you on no track nigga
Trying to put my mama in a 4 flat nigga
All this cheese where the kodak nigga
Dressed in all black like Kodak nigga
If he wonna cap Ima blow that nigga
If he want beef ima show that nigga
Think he talking to fast gotta slow that nigga
Give me all ya shit de-robe that nigga
Damn i ain't wonna have to ho that nigga
But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit
Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick
If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin
I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em
Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often
All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing
They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter
Ima fighter (Ima mafukin fighter bitch)
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
This is real rap, this is real rap
This is real rap, this is real rap
My brother just got out the jam and he still trap
He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped
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Writer(s): Christian Dixon
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