Dee Watkins - 3 Phones lyrics

[Intro] (RJBaNKS on the beat) Yeah Hold on, let me talk my sh*t right quick fu*k wrong with these ni**as, man? Let's go (Gang) Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, ha, woah, woah, woah (Look) Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Ayy, this how I'm comin' [Chorus] I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk She a dime piece, but it still ain't sh*t to cut her off I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk" Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth I ain't post it though, 'cause ni**a, I ain't do that sh*t for clout I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out I'm a real ni**a, ask them ni**as 'round me, they can vouch [Verse 1] I say back up, shawty, why you all up in my face? Got her on her knees, boy, you would've thought she finna pray I am not the one, I will shoot them tattoos off your facе Tryna get some fame, ni**a, wеll today gon' be the day I'ma always pop my sh*t, don't give a fu*k 'bout what they think While you laughin' behind my back, I'm gon' be laughin' to the bank You can gas that ni**a up, but ayy, I bet he still won't crank Saw your b*tch, I made her faint, water on me like a sink (Let's go) [Chorus] I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk She a dime piece, but it still ain't sh*t to cut her off I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk" Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth I ain't post it though, 'cause ni**a, I ain't do that sh*t for clout I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out I'm a real ni**a, ask them ni**as 'round me, they can vouch, ni**a (Uh, uh) [Verse 2] Hold up, wait one minute, who the fu*k keep callin' my phone? (Ayy, ayy) ni**as be mad at me 'cause their b*tch won't leave me alone (Uh, uh) ni**as be hatin' on me but playin' every one of my songs (Ayy, ayy) And I'ma pop my sh*t, lil' ni**a, you know what I'm on (Ayy) I don't fu*k with ni**as I walked in the party with that 30 in my britches My lil' ni**a off the Percocet, he keep on itchin' I don't give a fu*k 'bout none of that sh*t she sayin', I still ain't committin' (Uh) Told that ho she trippin' (Ayy) [Chorus] I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk She a dime piece, but it still ain't sh*t to cut her off I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk" Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth I ain't post it though, 'cause ni**a, I ain't do that sh*t for clout I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out I'm a real ni**a, ask them ni**as 'round me, they can vouch, ni**a