Phone Hot Lyrics

I had more then coke

I had more then dope

I had more then xanax

I had more then psychedelics

I had more then lean

I had more then bottles

I had more then flower

I had more then coca

I had more then dopa

I had more then xanax

I had more then psychedelics

I had more lean

I had more bottles

I had more flower

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

In the middle of the room cooking bacon

Kso kliq mr worldwide gotta breakfast

In a briefcase briefcase in a breakfast

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

Almost lost so many times good to know

You hearing from a real winner everyone

In my circle funds getting bigger I was

Fifteen spending six figures a year boi

I made two thousand walking down

The hallway of my school boy five

Minutes away and I still drive it like

I'm on the highway boy I took a flight

I wrote three albums ten cities real estate

I'm your state I'm moving plates of designer

Garment I had a walk though through

Through through through an apartment

Hundred and up for that couture stuff

Custom apparel designer my logo

Racks flat in my pocket no back roll

This a stack on bro I be cooling it at

The graveyard more then I cool it

With a lot of yall tho this my team

And I'm so a one tho kso kliq get that

Tatted day one tho I beat my first case

Eighteen day one tho and I ain't beat no more

I took some shawties from chandler gilbert

To the store we pulled up to my momma

Crib she at the door I'm hoping around

I got bullets and one leg on the floor

Half of the pair say how you get so much

Dough I grab my money and my cup

And I hit the refrigerator door

Grab my water and I go I told shawty

That the bros got my back baby

Then we started whipping in the kitchen

Full stomach then I think I took both

Babies back baby yea I'm still driving

With my left foot still on probation

Trying to get off I got what it take

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

My phone hot my phone hot

She picking pedals I see shit through

Royce lenses she trynna get to rolls

And benzs and I know peddlers dope

Peddlers and the code of ethics

She wanna know the stove cuz

She wanna know the metrics she

Heard it in her favorite rap song

Trynna see what she really be on

Shawty looking for a dough boy

Yea yea all I got is crack music

Yeah yea all I make is rap music

Yea yea fucking up your mind with

Them drugs you taking you don't

See this happen generation for a second

Fuck I should keep my mouth shut

Fuck the cia I don't walk blind

Till I see the ray of the sunshine

Coming through my third eye

Fuck it went blin