No Texting Lyrics

Yeah,

High as hell in the pigeon coupe, I'm feeling like Smokey

Real nigga, section boy, no phonies

Brown paper bag and a came with a 40

I be out the way, know I stay moving low-key

I be walking, niggas tripping when they stepping, yeah

Told her meet me, but it's only at the Weston, yeah

I ain't a teacher, but lil shawty catching lessons, yeah

I don't do the phone shit, no texting, yeah

I be tripping where my laces, I'ma check em, hmm

Just do it, nigga, I'ma Nike check em, hmm

My nigga in a bad mood, don't test him, hmm

Man coverage on the hoe, I'ma press him, hmm

Time cruising in the ocean, I'ma float, yeah

Caught a wave, now I'm cooling on the boat, yeah

Gotta sign extension, balling like a pro, yeah

Sunday night, pinkies up, say a toast, yeah

Always going up the devil tryna test me

Demons in my body, just tryna arrest me I be thinking, why this shit don't impress

Me Lil shawty came around and said, can you undress me

Face a wood and hit record, cause I'ma spit it again

Niggas praying every day like they ain't sinning again

Three peat, Michael Jordan and I'ma win it again

Buddy got a hole in em I bet he limping again

I been balling since the 90s, never been in detention

All that bullshit get out my face like don't even mention

Real patient with the pole like I'm tryna go fishing

Giving free game, nigga, shut up, don't talk, listen

Daddy brought me to the crib, he remix in the kitchen

Hit him with the trick shot, boom, intervention

Shawty bad as hell, bend her over, and I'm whipping

Tell him when the beat drop, nigga, get to Jigging

I'ma Texas baby four-four, steady tipping

I be going dumb short, bus I ain't missing

Man, I love lil baby cause the shit be gripping

If the beat go off like a baby get to spitting

Going through my phone, reading messages I'm tripping

All these niggas hoes and the women really pimping

Gotta get the yams, I be munching on the chicken

I be lying if I tell him I ain't

High as hell in the pigeon coupe, I'm feeling like Smokey

Real nigga, section boy, no phonies

Brown paper bag and a came with a 40

I be out the way, know I stay moving low-key

I be walking, niggas tripping when they stepping, yeah

Told her meet me, but it's only at the Weston, yeah

I ain't a teacher, but lil shawty catching lessons, yeah

I don't do the phone shit, no texting, yeah