iPhone

Yeah

Hit me on my iphone
It was late at home
Told you I was in my zone
Tryna bag up a zone
Can you chill watch yo tone
You gone take it all wrong
You gone make me leave you lone
Better off on my own
Thought you was my backbone
At the crib getting blown
Back when I could make you moan
Yeah

Thought you was my backbone
At the crib getting blown
Back when I could make you moan
Selling bells of the strong
Rolling gas in a cone
Runtz in a drink pouch
Yeah
What you wanna argue bout
Yeah
Make me wanna curse you out
Yeah
All you wanna do it pout
Told you I would take you out
Out here trying run a route
Keisha like cashout
Got off in my bag now
I don't even want the clout
All you do is nit pick
I just wanna hit a lick
Push button gear shift
Scatpack with the kit
Think I'm out here with my clique
Think I'm with another bitch
Yeah

Hit me on my iphone
It was late at home
Told you I was in my zone
Tryna bag up a zone
Can you chill watch yo tone
You gone take it all wrong
You gone make me leave you lone
Better off on my own
Thought you was my backbone
At the crib getting blown
Back when I could make you moan
Yeah



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Writer(s): Terence Smith
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