turn off your phone Lyrics

Whole lotta vibes in this bitch man

It's a movie in this bitch

I dirty my cup, I need pills and ice

Walk in this bitch, and I'm damn too fly

I walk in the store, and I buy what I like

Got love for that bitch I'll buy her a flight

If you geeking with me, I'ma turn off the light

Wearing shades in the dark and I'm stuck, yeah on Mars

We love foreign bitches, and fast cars

I'm pouring my heart in this cup, I'm geeking don't wake me up

Every time I pop out, I got a shooters, yeah in the cut

Turn off your phone yeah, and geek up

With shooters we bang yeah, and geek up

Can't hang with my gang, they not with us

A.R.P in the whip nigga wassup?

I got a brand new bag, and a coat in

Balenciaga bag and you know what it's toting

Before I go broke, I'll kick a nigga door in

Shit go off man this stick get to blowing

Brand new fit just copped some Rick Owens

Bad lil bitch, just got, a new hoe in

I ain't have shit, now my neck and wrist frozen

They snapping pics I ain't even pose in, you gotta listen, you gotta focus

Doing these drugs man, I feel so sick

I gotta cop yeah, summo shit

We in a demon, and you know that we floating

Hang with the Vamps you know we got motion

Drank talking, I ain't even wrote shit

Buy me a castle, then see mo shit

Do a show in Paris, when I go on tour

Yeah I'm the hybrid, yeah I'm the vamp

Yeah I'm the wolf, she got a tramp stamp

She a hybrid too, and she wanna come set up her camp

YSL jeans, that's what I'm rocking, I know I'm they number one top option

Poppin' these Xans, and they getting me nauseous

Thinking bout you, these memories get to flow in

Way back then man where was your devotion

Had to be a slime man that shit, make me, so sick

Trusted you bitch I ain't, even know shit

Tried to get me gone man, I ain't even know this

Back door who? bitch you must not know me

45 I keep this bitch right on me

Better think twice, before you back door me

Let this bitch go, I shoot like Ginóbili

All of these hoes yeah, they know me grab a double cup and I pour up some codeine

Xanax yeah will make a nigga so mean, I don't even do this Balenciaga whoa in

I had a sip of that drank that potion

Iced out my wrist, and I made em' mo sick

Everywhere I go, I know that she going this a Tec I'm carrying I'm holding

I'm in the dressing room smoking on dope, huh trying on clothes

I know I poppin' shit and you poppin' shit, huh you wanna go smoke

I just need you and the drugs, roll me some weed now bae go pour me up

Smoking on too much dope, huh yeah this shit will have you geeked up