SmokePhones ft. Paide Lyrics

Don't need no woophones, smoke phones, really beating, scorching bad, I don't need no SRT

Niggas broke & fucked up, I'm tryna walk you down on feet

If you want a couple grams, meet me on the side street

Niggas so internet, steady tryna post a tweet

Moving like a ghost, I ain't tryna be up in no beefs

Let him have it with the switch, make that boy take a seat

(Down) hundred dollar cup, I swear to God, these niggas cheap

Matter of fact, I'll line you up, these niggas really sweet

Don't compare me to your nigga, we who he wanna be

Give the bros high fives when the mission's all complete

Spending thousands up on bape, I can show you the receipt

That boy serving all hit, and he still need a fix

When I go bust down, them little niggas gon' be pissed

I'm finna call a little kobe, & we finna pour a six

Six hundred for these shoes, bitch, don't step on my kicks

Really selling out these Yings, Cali Loads got us paid

Them phones turtle & you broke, you can't fuck with me

I cracked the G, it's only eight, and I ain't even ate

Curb kiss to SRT, this bitch ain't got no plates

Don't need no woo phones, smoke phones, really beating

Q50 scorching bad, I don't need no SRT

Niggas broke & fucked up, I'm tryna walk you down on feet

If you want a couple grams, meet me on the side street

Niggas so internet, steady tryna post a tweet

Moving like a ghost, I ain't tryna be up in no beef

Let him have it with the switch, make that boy take a seat

Four hundred on the cup, I swear to God, these niggas cheap

Boy, ain't you pushing 30, man, stop tryna compete

Youngest turnt in this bitch, they can't fuck with me

They can't fuck with the bros, and all you niggas hoes

Long live D, it's running through them bones

Don't need no woo phones, smoke phones, really beating

Q50 scorching ' bad, I don't need no SRT

Niggas broke & fucked up, I'm tryna walk you down on feet

If you want a couple grams, meet me on the side street

Niggas so internet, steady tryna post a tweet

Moving like a ghost, I ain't tryna be up in no beat

Let him have it with the switch, make that boy take a seat

Four hundred on the cup, I swear to God, these niggas cheap

Boy, ain't you pushing dirty, man, stop tryna compete

Youngest turnt in this bitch, they can't fuck with me

They can't fuck with the bros, and all you niggas hoes

Long live D, he was running through them bows

Don't need no woo phones, smoke phones, really beating

If you want a couple grams, meet me on the side street

Niggas so internet, steady tryna post a tweet

Moving like a ghost, I ain't tryna be up in no beef