My Phone Lyrics

Lil Bitch

Why you calling my phon

Thought I told you

Not to hit me up

I'm In my zone

Moving too fast

I smell fresh check the cologne

All these women love me

That's the reason

They be blowing my phone

I get it I go

I get it I go

I get it i

Lil bitch

Why you calling my phone

Thought I told you

Not to hit me up

I'm In my zone

Moving too fast

I smell fresh check the cologne

All these women love me

That's the reason

They be blowing my phone

I get it I go

I get it I go

I get it I

Niggas act funny

Keep a distance

I'm a real soldier on a mission

Pull up at your block

Leave you missing

Came here for the bag

I might take it with your mrs

Show any yungin

Who can do it like

This please

Shit Is fabricated

Bout to break into pieces

You pulled up in a foreign

And I pulled in a Nissan

They tryna bite my style

And I'm tryna make em listen

They use me for clout

And they think I don't know

In love with some women

I don't even know

Is it better to cutt em

Or treat em like foes

They can't fuck with my lanez

So I shoot at they toes

It ain't better to love em

So I let em go

It ain't better to trust em

I keep em on hold

And they know that I got it

My pockets on load

And I'm straight from the danjhan

You Die by a post

Boyy they shot at his face

Little boy couldn't pose

If they looking

For me disappear

Like a Ghost

With finnesse I'm a killer

Address as couch

I just chill on my couch

While smoking some ounce

Give a fuck bout bout a dollar

I need me a pound

And I swear on my mom

They can't fuck with sound

I just chill on my couch

While smoking some ounce

And I swear on my mom

They can't fuck with sound

Lil bitch

Why you calling my phone

Thought I told you

Not to hit me up

I'm In my zone

Moving too fast

I smell fresh

Check the cologne

All these women love me

That's the reason

They be blowing my phone

I get it I go

I get it I go

I get it i

Lil bitch

Why you calling my phone

Thought I told you

Not to hit me up

I'm In my zone

Moving too fast

I smell fresh

Check the cologne

All these women love me

That's the reason

They be blowing my phone

I get it I go

I get it I go

I get it i

Tryna make a classic

With no features

Boyy I made a classic

With no features

Izzy on the beat

He got Jesus

If you double cross

He gon shot you at your foetus

Came for the three's like the lakers,

Bakers

Two fingers in the air peace sign

For the haters

If this life a game then

I'm playing for takers

They do this for the views

And I do it for the paper

Haaaa

Hold up right there

Can you bring it right back

I drag a beat when I hope

On a track

They depend on muthi

To come up with slaps

But they ain't in my class

They can't note what I pad

Smoke in raps they can't ash

What I pass

Don't tell bout mashpits

I came here to spazz

You softer than fabric

I hang you with perks

Just pop me the bottles

And keep all your perks

Hold up right there

Can you bring it right back

I drag a beat when I hope

On a track

They depend on muthi

To come up with slaps

But they ain"in my class

They can't note what I pad

Smoke in raps they can't ash

What I pass

Don't tell bout mashpits

I came here to spazz

You softer than fabric

I hang you with perks

Just pop me the bottles

And keep all your perks