Obama Phone

Better talk ya shit, better keep it sweet
Count the money up like 1 2 3
Go and stack the bands in the passenger seat
And ya better keep it cool if you wanting a piece
Cause we own our shit we not payin a lease
And we keep it locked down it comes with a key
Stay in your lane that'll get you the cheese
And the cuban ice that'll make you freeze
Nah don't reach for my chain
You aint smoking with clique
You aint bring the MaryJane
Really think you're slick
Gotta live the fastlane
I'm a first round pick
Take this shit to grave or you wish you did

Obama Phone thats the Black Barry
Pour up some Faygo make sure it's blueberry
Ops better write their obituary
When I pop out make sure it's Burberry

Listen to the money
It does alot of talking, doesn't mean shit
If you can't do the walkin
Opps won't matter when I'm 6 feet under
Cause Imma just keep balling, that' s that OC Thunder
Cause I came to shit and conquer on all my peers
Imma keep climbing makin my way to the top
Shut your mouth bitch seal it up a Ziploc
I see the fakes bitch you can't fool me
I know all you bitches were the ones that used to boo me
Yeah you can go and call me boujee
Just don't try and ever act like you fucking knew me

Obama Phone thats the Black Barry
Pour up some Faygo make sure it's blueberry
Ops better write their obituary
When I pop out make sure it's Burberry



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Writer(s): Garrett Hampton
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