Flip Phones / The Past ft. Queens Bully Lyrics

Look, I ain't doing shit if I ain't in the mood

If I am in the room, please don't interrupt

I am on the moon, do not feed the fucking lion in the zoo

If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze

Never been the type to cry in interludes

This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules

Maybe one day you could switch up too

Doubt that, uh

Used to be stuck off them Victors like mousetraps

Had to get out that, uh

But you don't know nothing about that

Got an opinion? Reroute that

Very deadly threats, temporary stress

I bet I predict who's dead and buried next

Cemetery flex, pockets empty as your chest

Chess moves, getting checks

In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way

No one taught me how to play, still made them plays

Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place

I don't need negativity in my space

I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes

Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned

Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones

If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones

I don't got time for them, my minutes is limited

So wait until after 9 PM, my minutes unlimited

I'm on a mission for millions, I'm militant

You're miniature, timid, your spirit is tainted by images

Plain as the vision is, you've been divided and been denied it

Better not try to say I've been hiding, I've been up plotting

Plot thickens, got chicken, shit is rotten to the core

Man, they did not listen, because they thought

They heard the clock ticking, but they're wrong

Wrong turn down a one-way

Begin to get weak like a Sunday, maybe I'll relate to them one day

In spite of spiteful behavior, I made a way

No one taught me how to play, still made them plays

Don't play with me, I tell bitches stay in their place

I don't need negativity in my space

I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes

Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned

Any skin tone I'm around, bitches switch tones

If she's mine, she's mine, all my hoes got flip phones

All my hoes got flip phones

All my hoes got flip phones

Please put away your phone

You're never alone, that's why you always feel alone

Fucking up my zone, bitch, I'm about to take you home

Think I need you, but you're wrong, I did this all on my own, yeah

She said she wished there was more to me and I agreed with her

Went for the sack, she got disorderly until the D hit her

If she survive, I'mma pass and go, hit the bitch with a flea flicker

Cheap liquor, drinking all alone, until I've got a deceased liver

Live a little bit, if you swing and miss

Never quit the shit, you little bitch

Don't belittle this, when you get a hit

The shit will hit like a missile hit

Hit a lick, ain't no little britches

Pistol fits, your fit fits a feminist

They call me this and this

But it's pointless because I would admit the shit

Sensitive shit, man, I'm sick of it

Pronouns in the bio? Not clicking it

My bitch says "You really on villain shit"

She says it louder when I'm drilling it

I'm not quick to sign it or initial it

I've gotta make sure it's legitimate

Because if I ain't do it, I witnessed it

If I didn't, I'm not spitting it

I ain't making no Tik Toks, no point, that's not my fanbase

I'm not interested in listeners

That could tell me how another man tastes

Feels like the world is stuck in a trance state

Rivelino, draw the dotted green lines

Better make sure that you stand straight

I stay on her mind because she knows what's on mine

I don't give a fuck about what happened online

Keep talking about the past, just to pass time

She says I put her last, this is the last time, fine