NEW PHONE

Fuck all that talking just give me your mouth

It's nothing but killers and shooters around

We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound

I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down

I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone

I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone

That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan

I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones

Lay in your bushes, I be going prone

Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go

Donatello, painting pictures for show

Got too many buddies, I need a new phone