Flip Phones / The Past
Look, I ain't doing shit if I ain't in the mood
If I am in the room, please don't interrupt
I am on the moon, do not feed the fucking lion in the zoo
If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze
Never been the type to cry in interludes
This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules
Maybe one day you could switch up too
Doubt that, uh
Used to be stuck off them Victors like mousetraps
Had to get out that, uh
But you don't know nothing about that
Got an opinion? Reroute that
Very deadly threats, temporary stress
I bet I predict who's dead and buried next
Cemetery flex, pockets empty as your chest
Chess moves, getting checks
In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way
No one taught me how to play, still made them plays
Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place
I don't need negativity in my space
I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes
Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned
Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones
If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones
I don't got time for them, my minutes is limited
So wait until after 9 PM, my minutes unlimited
I'm on a mission for millions, I'm militant
You're miniature, timid, your spirit is tainted by images
Plain as the vision is, you've been divided and been denied it
Better not try to say I've been hiding, I've been up plotting
Plot thickens, got chicken, shit is rotten to the core
Man, they did not listen, because they thought
They heard the clock ticking, but they're wrong
Wrong turn down a one-way
Begin to get weak like a Sunday, maybe I'll relate to them one day
In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way
No one taught me how to play, still made them plays
Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place
I don't need negativity in my space
I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes
Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned
Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones
If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones
All my hoes got flip phones
All my hoes got flip phones
Please put away your phone
You're never alone, that's why you always feel alone
Fucking up my zone, bitch, I'm about to take you home
Think I need you, but you're wrong, I did this all on my own, yeah
She said she wished there was more to me and I agreed with her
Went for the sack, she got disorderly until the D hit her
If she survive, I'mma pass and go, hit the bitch with a flea flicker
Cheap liquor, drinking all alone, until I've got a deceased liver
Live a little bit, if you swing and miss
Never quit the shit, you little bitch
Don't belittle this, when you get a hit
The shit will hit like a missile hit
Hit a lick, ain't no little britches
Pistol fits, your fit fits a feminist
They call me this and this
But it's pointless because I would admit the shit
Sensitive shit, man, I'm sick of it
Pronouns in the bio? Not clicking it
My bitch says "You really on villain shit"
She says it louder when I'm drilling it
I'm not quick to sign it or initial it
I've gotta make sure it's legitimate
Because if I ain't do it, I witnessed it
If I didn't, I'm not spitting it
I ain't making no Tik Toks, no point, that's not my fanbase
I'm not interested in listeners
That could tell me how another man tastes
Feels like the world is stuck in a trance state
Rivelino, draw the dotted green lines
Better make sure that you stand straight
I stay on her mind because she knows what's on mine
I don't give a fuck about what happened online
Keep talking about the past, just to pass time
She says I put her last, this is the last time, fine
If I am in the room, please don't interrupt
I am on the moon, do not feed the fucking lion in the zoo
If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze
Never been the type to cry in interludes
This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules
Maybe one day you could switch up too
Doubt that, uh
Used to be stuck off them Victors like mousetraps
Had to get out that, uh
But you don't know nothing about that
Got an opinion? Reroute that
Very deadly threats, temporary stress
I bet I predict who's dead and buried next
Cemetery flex, pockets empty as your chest
Chess moves, getting checks
In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way
No one taught me how to play, still made them plays
Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place
I don't need negativity in my space
I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes
Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned
Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones
If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones
I don't got time for them, my minutes is limited
So wait until after 9 PM, my minutes unlimited
I'm on a mission for millions, I'm militant
You're miniature, timid, your spirit is tainted by images
Plain as the vision is, you've been divided and been denied it
Better not try to say I've been hiding, I've been up plotting
Plot thickens, got chicken, shit is rotten to the core
Man, they did not listen, because they thought
They heard the clock ticking, but they're wrong
Wrong turn down a one-way
Begin to get weak like a Sunday, maybe I'll relate to them one day
In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way
No one taught me how to play, still made them plays
Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place
I don't need negativity in my space
I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes
Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned
Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones
If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones
All my hoes got flip phones
All my hoes got flip phones
Please put away your phone
You're never alone, that's why you always feel alone
Fucking up my zone, bitch, I'm about to take you home
Think I need you, but you're wrong, I did this all on my own, yeah
She said she wished there was more to me and I agreed with her
Went for the sack, she got disorderly until the D hit her
If she survive, I'mma pass and go, hit the bitch with a flea flicker
Cheap liquor, drinking all alone, until I've got a deceased liver
Live a little bit, if you swing and miss
Never quit the shit, you little bitch
Don't belittle this, when you get a hit
The shit will hit like a missile hit
Hit a lick, ain't no little britches
Pistol fits, your fit fits a feminist
They call me this and this
But it's pointless because I would admit the shit
Sensitive shit, man, I'm sick of it
Pronouns in the bio? Not clicking it
My bitch says "You really on villain shit"
She says it louder when I'm drilling it
I'm not quick to sign it or initial it
I've gotta make sure it's legitimate
Because if I ain't do it, I witnessed it
If I didn't, I'm not spitting it
I ain't making no Tik Toks, no point, that's not my fanbase
I'm not interested in listeners
That could tell me how another man tastes
Feels like the world is stuck in a trance state
Rivelino, draw the dotted green lines
Better make sure that you stand straight
I stay on her mind because she knows what's on mine
I don't give a fuck about what happened online
Keep talking about the past, just to pass time
She says I put her last, this is the last time, fine
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Writer(s): Skip Dover
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