Young Pappy - Phones lyrics

[Intro] 2 Cups 2 Blunts Shorty a** tweaked Don't be dumb Wait hold on [Verse 1] Who the f** is this on my line this time? Broke b**h I ain't got a dime this time Talking bout you pregnant, Girl you lying this time Cause I know I strapped up Boy it's real in the field so you know I'm strapped up It's real when all the raw n***as getting clapped up Know it's real when to own n***a getting clapped up And he die right next to you Turn the savage up, do a drill what he next to do Boy that pole ain't real who you flexing too Girl I just want some top, I ain't s**ting you See I'll pa** on that, gas on deck, money 3 gas I'll smash on that Let them free spazz and I'll spazz on the track I ain't never been a hoe, I'll blast on pap, on Pooh Bear Knock Knock on your door like who there put The pole to his face like you there Try to move out the way take two there n***a I'm too real, n***a it's too rare Don't wanna cross a n***a like me hoe Send shots I ain't talking about free throw Smoke rock I ain't talking bout C4 He talking about keno, he talking about rocket man Got me higher then a rocket man, 30 on me I'll pop it man Ppg got a plug, no socket man, man that's gang n***as know how we rocking man, I ain't flodging man Got Got like 17 pairs of trues right now in my closet(designer) Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robins 2 cups, 2 blunts, 2 mollies I do d** shorty so ion even remember The last time I f**ed shorty Talking about you pregnant you can get off my line So you must be drunk shorty [Talking] On my life I ain't for none shorty On my life On my baby though I ain't for none On my life f** wrong [Verse 2] Wait wait hold on Who the f** on my line this time? A unknown number calling it's probably my P.O so I ain't gonna decline this time Hello (Pap you a b**h when I catch you imma nail you that's on my homie n***a) What? Boy f** yo homie n***a I'm in traffic right now with it on me n***a So come get up it with me Matter of fact Where you at? Ima get up with you Ion give a f** who you with They getting hit up with you The ambulance pick you up they getting picked up with you Cause I ain't missing not none of these n***a you ain't getting one you getting some of these n***a I do hits that sh** fun to me n***a can't say sh** about what he done to me I got shot, my homie got changed right in front of me Then Keno die (Keno) Then Munchy die (Munchy) A couple n***as got hit up (boom) And they lucky they a** still alive So get off my phone I don't know whats wrong A n***a talking about he wanna do a song I think he trynna set a n***a up But you know I ain't going Tell that f** n***a leave me alone Wait hold on [Talking] f** wrong with these n***as man These n***as funny as hell Wait hold on Go get some f**ing money man My sh** clapping on my baby though [Verse 3] Who the f** is this on my line this time? What up bro they call me Mac Man I'm trying get a feature Well you know I'm finna tax n***a how much you got I got 650 n***a I need 7 Come on Bro work with me Ight send it to western union Send the beat to my email Send it to my yahoo, I don't give out my gmail I know a motherf**er know me from the old me I ain't even saying it like Imma OG Put in work by myself n***a f** 4 deep Do a drill in with a bandana on f** low key n***a we be so deep, on the block Selling hard we pop out 3 o'clock All the way to the grave yard My brother told me Work hard, play hard, got shells for these n***as that just wanna play hard Wait hold on