RING MY PHONE ft. WON & Junee Guapo Lyrics

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick

Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit

Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig

Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch

Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit

Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick

Now they tryna take a flick

Yeah yeah

She ringin my phone I thought its the alarm

I work with some drillas the clique fully armed

And me and the cash just can't stay apart

I walk into the bank and I feel a spark

It's straight to the point I'm headin' to the park

Get geeked off the flower I don't do the cart

She rubbin' my trousers cause she like my art

I fill up the Grabba then go off to Mars

Damn where should I start

Bitches spread rumors paint me like a

Them niggas bite swag like some sharks

So I guess I'm raisin the bar this shit was hard

They don't know how I was playin' my cards

Down on the south side at the park we came so far

So she only wanna hit me when it's dark yeah

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick

Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit

Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig

Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch

Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit

Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick

Now they tryna take a flick

Yeah yeah

I blow all these racks I'ma make it back

I remember I had a crush she didn't want me back back

Now I tote that sticky stick in my Goyard backpack

She just gave me sloppy face I just gave her cash app

And I keep some shooters with me in that Matte Black Cadillac

I get up in her ribs no no no I ain't talkin' baby back

And they see me ballin' so much they nickname me Baby Shaq

She say that I try to fuck her friend no I don't remember that

And I'm goin' number one no doubt I need that golden plaque

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone

Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick

Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit

Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig

Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch

Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit

Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick

Now they tryna take a flick yeah woah