Juice Wrld - Trap Phone lyrics

[Intro] Oh my God what is this? An L beat? [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Hit the trap phone, I got what he want He do what he can, I do what he don’t Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no Choppa got a kick b*tch, no dojo b*tch who is this? Got a new phone Money old as hell, no group home fu*k one M b*tch I got a few of those She know I’m a dog, young Cujo [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] (Oh my God what is this? An L beat?) You know how I’m boming, rifle like a Russian Gun to your head b*tch, concussion You ain’t talkin’ bread b*tch, no discussion My gun like a volcano its eruptin’ Causing a ruckus, pissing in public Young rich ni**a don’t give a fu*k if I want it He get all the smoke in the world if he want it I could fu*k every hoe in the world if I wanted Spaz on they ass, rockstar drag no race Gun with a mask, I ain’t ever catchin’ no case No way, 3K for the coke b*tch Andre, backwoods for the dope b*tch Always [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Hit the trap phone, I got what he want He do what he can, I do what he don’t Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no Choppa got a kick b*tch, no dojo b*tch who is this? Got a new phone Money old as hell, no group home fu*k one M b*tch I got a few of those She know I’m a dog, young Cujo [Verse 2: G Herbo] (Oh my God what is this? An L beat?) She know I’m a dog, call me blue nose Call me red nose, no not Rudolph Pulled up in a Lambo, took my roof off You ain’t even gon’ put your mans on, ni**a how you a boss And I don’t even choose to floss, [?] use the sauce And it don’t matter what we did to win cause the losers lost Imma probably pull up in that SRT again but I’ma get the hawk ni**as broke as fu*k can’t speak on what I’m doing today you don’t get to talk And I walk that talk, why you ni**as talk Balenciaga and G Fazo ooh thats how I walk If you talkin’ bout [?] my M’s you can play with a few of those I ain’t gon’ catch you out like him, I’ma pay for this Uber tho [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Hit the trap phone, I got what he want He do what he can, I do what he don’t Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no Choppa got a kick b*tch, no dojo b*tch who is this? Got a new phone Money old as hell, no group home fu*k one M b*tch I got a few of those She know I’m a dog, young Cujo [Outro: Juice WRLD] b*tch who is this? Got a new phone Money Otis Hill no group home fu*k one M b*tch I got a few of those She know I’m a dog, young Cujo