[Intro]
n***as asking where Phone-E's at eh?
I heard n***as beakin to my tings eh?
Sayin Phone-E's this and phones that
Phone-E's dick is wuom wuom
n***as sayin phones not out here with the burners
Are you f**in blem dawg?
[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
Bucket hat on cause I'm a real-a** n***a
Slang the rock on the block, no I'm not Jigga
Beakin out my name make Phone-e squeeze triggas
Bazooka at your door, phone-e beats i deliver
Break inside the crib, 60 bullets to the liver
Turn your body inside out, like you playing for the clippers
Phone-E got gats, what you talkin' bout
Like an orthodontist, tell you open up your mouth
Now i bet the burners bitter like Guinness, extra stout
Leave you layin' like a fat b**h watchin' TV on the couch
I got this one gun, so f**in baked, stand too close ill spark up barbeque your ribs
Got this next one, recoil so strong, shoot it in Toronto end up in Hong Kong
When the dezzie burp, and dont say excuse me, one f**in' bullet turn godzilla into sushi
[Verse 2: Phone-EG]
Ayo when Phone-E ride out, n***as hide out
Phone-E slide out the burner scope you n***as out like tryouts
Then hit you with the burner, same sh** you lied bout
Make your momma cry bout you gettin punished
Permanent timeout
Ayo Phone-E gets grungy, my grandma don't love me
I'll scrap a crocodile call me Phone-EG dundie
Come true like a stepdad and take away your sons weed
Trust me
You don't want the beef with the EG when n***as start
Singin pointin fingers like they're ET
Buss you in the head, yes the aim is greezy believe me
Wipe up your blood with a squeegee, ill make it look easy
The piece dont please me
Especially when the burners in the glove box yellin squeeze me