NEW PHONE
New phone, who dis?
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit (Ktlyn)
New phone, who you?
Nobu, new boo (yeah)
Two G's, one shoe (yeah)
Smoke tree, I flew
No checks, too big (too big)
We left, she switched (she switched)
You shot, you missed (uh-huh)
I feast, I dish (uh)
Courtside, good side (uh)
Westside, seaside (uh)
Jet ride, goodbye (yeah, go)
I move, I slide
Cell phone on silent, but my name still got a ring to it
Try to get me on the phone
But, I tell 'em all, "Leave me alone"
'Cause I gotta get inside the zone (ooh)
Leave a message at the tone
Never gonna pick the phone up
'Cause I ain't answering to no one, look
Speed it up, speed it up
Flame throw, heat it up
Everybody knows we the ones, they can see the buzz
Beat it up, beat it up
Send beats, eat it up
Do it on my own, swear to God there was three of us
Working like I had a triplet
The flows hit 'em with a triplet
Did shows, and you know the trip lit
My income just tripled it, let's go
New phone, who dis?
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit
Wait, new bones to pick (yeah)
New clones, new kids (huh)
Quit stealing my vids
Try to hit up my line, I hit 'em with this
Ktlyn speaking (Hello)
Is that a check? (Hi, well, actually)
Pennies for your thoughts don't put diamonds on my neck, click
Chef's kiss (mwah)
I'm saucin' on 'em
All these green faces in my pockets, 'bout to vomit on 'em
There they go
No money on the phone, then it's a no
Packed a show (a show)
Nobody at the function I don't know (Why?)
Sent a mass text, to my five bests (yeah)
Got a new phone and different address
Every new year, new zip code (woah)
Listen real close, don't misquote (woah)
Bullseye hit, it don't miss though
I been seeking a hit like missile (woah)
Every new year, I flip modes (yeah)
You text when green, I went ghost (yeah)
New zip for the Zaza, fit full of Prada
Don't answer to no broke hoe
We're sorry, you've reached a number that's no longer in service
You broke ass, cheap ass bit-
New phone, who dis?
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit
New phone, who you?
Nobu, new boo (yeah)
Two G's, one shoe (yeah)
Smoke tree, I flew
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit (Ktlyn)
New phone, who you?
Nobu, new boo (yeah)
Two G's, one shoe (yeah)
Smoke tree, I flew
No checks, too big (too big)
We left, she switched (she switched)
You shot, you missed (uh-huh)
I feast, I dish (uh)
Courtside, good side (uh)
Westside, seaside (uh)
Jet ride, goodbye (yeah, go)
I move, I slide
Cell phone on silent, but my name still got a ring to it
Try to get me on the phone
But, I tell 'em all, "Leave me alone"
'Cause I gotta get inside the zone (ooh)
Leave a message at the tone
Never gonna pick the phone up
'Cause I ain't answering to no one, look
Speed it up, speed it up
Flame throw, heat it up
Everybody knows we the ones, they can see the buzz
Beat it up, beat it up
Send beats, eat it up
Do it on my own, swear to God there was three of us
Working like I had a triplet
The flows hit 'em with a triplet
Did shows, and you know the trip lit
My income just tripled it, let's go
New phone, who dis?
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit
Wait, new bones to pick (yeah)
New clones, new kids (huh)
Quit stealing my vids
Try to hit up my line, I hit 'em with this
Ktlyn speaking (Hello)
Is that a check? (Hi, well, actually)
Pennies for your thoughts don't put diamonds on my neck, click
Chef's kiss (mwah)
I'm saucin' on 'em
All these green faces in my pockets, 'bout to vomit on 'em
There they go
No money on the phone, then it's a no
Packed a show (a show)
Nobody at the function I don't know (Why?)
Sent a mass text, to my five bests (yeah)
Got a new phone and different address
Every new year, new zip code (woah)
Listen real close, don't misquote (woah)
Bullseye hit, it don't miss though
I been seeking a hit like missile (woah)
Every new year, I flip modes (yeah)
You text when green, I went ghost (yeah)
New zip for the Zaza, fit full of Prada
Don't answer to no broke hoe
We're sorry, you've reached a number that's no longer in service
You broke ass, cheap ass bit-
New phone, who dis?
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I'm lit, no shit
New phone, who you?
Nobu, new boo (yeah)
Two G's, one shoe (yeah)
Smoke tree, I flew
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick John Kesack, Brendan Michael Gaughan, Katelyn Marie Bonner, Christopher Ju, Connor Price
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