Bruce Templeton - New Phone, Who Dis? lyrics

[Intro: Erick Arc Elliot] Not a good time unless I smoke mine Too many d** that make you go blind Too many thugs that work for more crime And my n***a show love, unless we get Not a good time unless I smoke mine Too many d** that make you go blind Too many thugs that work for more crime And my n***a show love unless we get violent [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot] Wildin', this is for my n***as that smoke weed Live life by the day, count the proceed Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely Only independent, we don't need a co-sign Jah sh**, the bud make arms in no time It's the fourth quarter at the baseline Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high Just the same guys Juice, Darko, and I remarkable times Ultra dead minds Zombie bape line, no harm it takes time Enjoy the palm trees We on vacation [Hook: Meechy Darko] Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame sh** ain't the same since we crept in the game So I get high and try to maintain My celly Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame sh** ain't the same since we stepped in the game So I get high and try to maintain [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Gloves on, murder one, homi' They'll be looking for the prince, like King Jaffe Smoking Moroccan hashish With my slanted eye, zombie mommy Hennessy fill my body These other rappers copy, oops I forgot to mention, wrote this in another dimension Zombie gang, be what I'm repping p**y so good I need seconds to step in Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in co*k On a mission, clearest vision Views from the scope from my Glock Only high percentage shots You with one eye like Fetty Wap With my block, Flatbush Ave, rotten flesh and money knots Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will I pop a tab and crack a seal, zombie gang, d** k** Never lied, if I did then let me fry - Futurama And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer Pretty grungy like Nirvana Dirt Cobain is what she holla When I dropped this dick inside her Only f** her if she legal, I don't break the laws like Tyga Unless it's moving LSD, lean and shrooms and marijuana If I ever pay for p**y it was with counterfeit dollars Ugly n***as still getting b**hes I'm like the second Shabba Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister If I got a problem, paint his top - Dennis Rodman I'm superficial and conscious I'm a walking contradiction I'ma burn in hell probably but I'ma keep Satan waiting I ain't done fornicating with women in every flavour Eating p**y with chop sticks You know I love my Asians You would think, USC who he play with Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage And then I hit the skinky in the back With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman Saint Laurent, leopard print I stampede any beat n***a I ain't got no preference I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents My mic presence is heaven sent It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes My penmanship, a Erving J is jus' always leads to swish I roll and pick, then blow a zip You can blow my dick and eat my excrement [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Smoke to d**h, might lose my ears Walking dead, can't feel my tears Fake love in disguise I repute those that get near I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid Needlepoint LSD I got a bad b**h we could settle fees And if your eyes open there is still more to see They try to tell me I was wrong I'm still looking Last night I spent a couple hours up in Central Bookings Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution Weed, c**a leaves, percs and LSD Two hundred for the bottle Add it up, more for me Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely Ripping shows and blowing cheese Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see Palm trees and double D's They want that old sh**? Well, f** me [Hook: Meechy Darko] Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame sh** ain't the same since we crept in the game So I get high and try to maintain My celly Rang, rang [Outro: Phone call] Shine on these n***as Glide on these n***as Show these n***as what the business is n***a Zombie gang n***a Huh? Zombie gang n***a Half dead n***a We living life n***a n***a stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man So trill n***a Ay, up top n***a, up top, uh uh