Phone's Tapped Lyrics

They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter

Ima fighter

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped

No no no no no, i cant go go go go go

I'm from the go go go go, bitch ima blow blow blow blow

I hit ya ho ho ho, ho ho, we on the low low low low low

She fucked my bro bro bro bro bro bro bro

Thought i ain't know know no no no no no

That's why i glow glow glow glow glow glow

Stunt with my rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls rolls

Stunt on my hos hos, hos, hos hos

They be like whoa whoa, whoa, whoa whoaaa

But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit

Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick

If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin

I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em

Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often

All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing

They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter

Ima fighter

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped

This is real rap, ima real trap nigga

And i still got niggaz, that a still clap niggaz

In the field whack niggaz

If the quarter back sneak, ima have to sack a nigga

If he think a nigga sweet ima smack a nigga

Have the bloodhounds have to go track a nigga

Posted with a chopper Iraq a nigga

What you didn't know this Chi-Raq nigga

What you didn't know that I'm strapped nigga

Must've didn't know I don't lack nigga

Callin up foe let's blow pack nigga

Came a long way now we can't go back nigga

Who is these niggaz, i don't know that nigga

So no i can't put you on no track nigga

Trying to put my mama in a 4 flat nigga

All this cheese where the kodak nigga

Dressed in all black like Kodak nigga

If he wonna cap Ima blow that nigga

If he want beef ima show that nigga

Think he talking to fast gotta slow that nigga

Give me all ya shit de-robe that nigga

Damn i ain't wonna have to ho that nigga

But i gotta change the topic, cuz it's all about the profit

Filling up my pockets, posted with a mopstick

If a nigga wonna pop shit we can get it rockin

I aint with the talking, i don't wonna have to chalk em

Put em in a coffin, I dun seen it too often

All the street niggaz softened, gotta keep flossing

They tried to take me out my glow, but i just shine brighter

Ima fighter (Ima mafukin fighter bitch)

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

I ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped

This is real rap, this is real rap

This is real rap, this is real rap

My brother just got out the jam and he still trap

He ain't sold in bout 5 years and my phone still tapped