NEW PHONE Lyrics

Fuck all that talking just give me your mouth

It's nothing but killers and shooters around

We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound

I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down

I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone

I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone

That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan

I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones

Lay in your bushes, I be going prone

Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go

Donatello, painting pictures for show

Got too many buddies, I need a new phone

I'm a slide with that fye I'm a keep me a pole

I'm a ride for lil 3, on my life, that's my bro

This fuck nigga thotted out he a hoe

Ill pull your card pussy boy get exposed

I'm a up the score quick

You ain't got no motion

Slide with a four-fifth

Get bread, then toast it

Hold on stop the commotion

And go and get your bread, right

I been on big four shit

I shine just like a headlight

I am so H-F-K

Bitch, you took my soul away

It wasn't supposed to be like this but fuck it, I made it another day

I dribble, dribble, cross and then I shoot, I feel like Michael J

And I'm gone get that chicken like I work at Zaxbys

Swim deep in that water would've thought that I had webbed feet

At first, it was about that fame but now it's about that damn green

I live a sweet life you creep like Mr. Mosby

Fuck all that talking just give me your mouth

It's nothing but killers and shooters around

We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound

I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down

I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone

I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone

That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan

I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones

Lay in your bushes, I be going prone

Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go

Donatello, painting pictures for show

Got too many buddies, I need a new phone