2 Phones

I got, two phones
If I ain't fucking with your tone I told her leave me lone
And all my niggas coming up, we flyer than a drone
I gotta brand new chrome I might jus bus it at you dome, yeaaa
I got, two phones
I ain't fuckin w your tone so leave me lone
And all these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Imma a dog and you know a nigga just want a bone, yeaaa

I be crusin through the city, I be posted in New York
That lil bitch she gave me brain, so I call that bitch a dork
We be ballin on these niggas you would think I play a sport
And if a nigga talkin down, we gone pop like a cork
When I was writing this shit, I got pulled over
I feel like Sosa bitch I hate being sober
Talk to your bitch I told that bitch to bend over
I stay w shooters they got range just like rover

I'm dripping water nigga like a tsunami
You know I got your bitch she's calling me papi
Beat it up like Rocky, beat it up like what
Kicking it with a bad bitch, niggas know I'm posted in the cut
You niggas dummy I said yo ass need a tutor
I pulled up in a coupe you pulled up on a scooter
Matter fact yo ass pulled up in a uber
I stay w shooters, all you niggas losers

I got, two phones
If I ain't fucking with your tone I told her leave me lone
And all my niggas coming up, we flyer than a drone
I gotta brand new chrome I might jus bus it at you dome, yeaaa
I got, two phones
I ain't fuckin w your tone so leave me lone
And all these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Imma a dog and you know a nigga just want a bone, yeaaa

Talkin bout bone Imma hit it from the back bone
Movin that pack know I'm finna put tax on
I ain't gone stop till a nigga whole pack gone
Stacking this guap it's all the same
You know that all of my niggas be with it
I might just pull up bust a shot at yo fitted
I see it, I want it, you know Imma get it
Bitch came over you know she came
All of you niggas you know you lame
Ion feel shit no novocaine
Ask yo bitch she know my name
New shit drop you know it's flame

Just like a flawless baguette
All of my niggas we shinin we next
All of you niggas you sad you upset
Cause we stacking up bread and you stacking up debt, like
Woah
Like woah, bad lil bitch and she workin the pole
Taxin a nigga jus like it's a tole
I got cp3 rocket we pop it and go
Pull up you see us and nigga they run
Hop out the v and I bus with a drum
Think that she love you my nigga you dumb
And she suck on my dick and I bust and it's done

I got, two phones
If I ain't fucking with your tone I told her leave me lone
And all my niggas coming up, we flyer than a drone
I gotta brand new chrome I might jus bus it at you dome, yeaaa
I got, two phones
I ain't fuckin w your tone so leave me lone
And all these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Imma a dog and you know a nigga just want a bone, yeaaa



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Garofolo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link