2 henny bottle's Lyrics

(Yeah)

Please stop calling my phone

Why you talkin' that

Please stop callin' my phone

I got all these racks

Call me Al Capone

I got all these bands

I could pull up at, woah

I'm fuckin' wasted

I'm wasted at my home

I been gettin' rich

While I be singing a song

And I cannot do nothin' about it

They always gon' talk about it

Smokin' on gas

It be the loudest

Bitches gon' flock like birds

I'ma go into the room

I'ma go into her

I just downed 2 Henny bottle's

Wait, I'm feelin' lit yes sir

I'ma go get my model, aye

That's my bitch yes sir

Why you think you a scholar

Well bitch that's absurd

Why you in my ear

Talkin' like you work

Why you short as shit

Yeah, you got nothin' to prove

I got shit on my mind

I got shit to lose

I've been in my head

I've been in a mood

Yeah

(Yeah)

Please stop calling my phone

Why you talkin' that

Please stop callin' my phone

I got all these racks

Call me Al Capone

I got all these bands

I could pull up at, woah

I'm fuckin' wasted

I'm wasted at my home

I been gettin' rich

While I be singing a song

And I cannot do nothin' about it

They always gon' talk about it

Smokin' on gas

It be the loudest

Bitches gon' flock like birds