Flip Phones ft. MBR Scatt Lyrics

I know the bag on the way, I gotta get ready

I know that bag on the way, I gotta get ready

I know that bag on the way, I just been getting ready

I put the family on my back and that be getting heavy

Now we eating porterhouse steaks and a little medley

All I knew was bread, peanut butter, and a little jelly

Bad lil brown skin baby, but she real petty (real petty)

But she got some good knees, she ride it real steady

I could kill a beat in my sleep, I'm the real Freddy

But I'm trying to get this cheese, I can't sleep heavy

O.T., finna grab a rental, time to beat the road

I could've went to an Ivy League and been a CEO (literally)

You broke but you always in the club, you should be at home

Only hit my phone when you need something, you gon need Tyrone

Baby let me pull through, but I can't spend the night

I'm trying to stack this pipe tall like Wemby height

But then I see a pair of shoes, that's my kryptonite

When I get that Rollie, I'ma tap my wrist like it's Lillard time

Brodie threw the switch on, he kept getting switched on

Not gonna lie, I been at once since we was using flip phones

Bag coming, I can't fumble, running to the end zone

The doc telling me be patient, my palms really itch though

Make sure I spray the Doche, when I put that shit on

Man, there's something about this girl, it must be the skin tone

Had my back against the wall, I was standing ten toes

One thing I had to change, I started saying N-O

If the boys get behind us, then we gotta get low

Built this shit up from the ground, got it off a flip phone

Cut some niggas out the circle, I can do bad on own

Slap every grammy out this bag, then it's time to go home

Trying to figure out the mix, I've been moving different

Talking code on jail calls, you know who be listening

I need a discount on the coupe, cause the roof is missing

I've been high all my month, I bought a few prescriptions

I'm knocking heads on 4-5, got a new edition

I'm catching Bobby Brown players in the expedition

If they catch me with this shit, then that's a new conviction

Stacking racks to the roof, cause that's my only mission

Broke days over, heart a little colder

Bitch blowing up my phone, about a dream that I sold her

Got the route, now I'm riding with a load through Minnesota

Make it home to my niggas, now we bussing down boulders

I know that bag on the way, I just been getting ready

I put the family on my back and that be getting heavy

Now we eating porterhouse steaks and a little medley

All I knew was bread, peanut butter, and a little jelly