8 Phones

[Intro]
Huh, huh
Huh, huh
Huh, huh

[Verse]
Hunnid hoes on my dick
Nigga mad he caught me on the phone with his bitch
Niggas better watch they tone in this bitch
If we catch him out in traffic, hunnid poles to his whip
All this cheese on me got me finna pose in this bitch
Keep a sleeve on her but my baby cold than a bitch
Threw a crutch to my opps, niggas' broke than a bitch
Smacking out from the back while I'm choking yo bitch
Yeah, she gon' fuck 'cause my pape' long
Feel like Lance, every opp get they face blown
Big Triple S's on, I can't chase hoes
Big 7.62s, boy, these bitches break bones
You can ask Sprint, boy, I'm Mister Eight Phones
Monkey nuts on this bitch so I slide with BAPE on
On the seven with my 'migo, bitch, we counting pesos
I ain't gotta tell the hoes I touch pape' 'cause they know
SBD$M, bitch, we all ball
When you up dog shit, bet they all call
He ain't got no leash when unky make the dog walk
Real headhunter, yo bitch tryna suck my balls off
And when I, yeah, okay, she gon' lick the tip
We ain't going on no baecay, this a business trip
All my hunnids blue in this bitch, upping chicken strips
Mean-mugging when I up this bitch, bet the tension shift
Me and you both share the head, yo bitch generous
Just blew three hunnid bucks, on some dinner shit
Margielas got me paint stepping, on some sinner shit
I done threw a dick on this bitch, that's a gender switch
Unky threw some yeah and that shit made the blender mix
It's August twenty-fourth but my chain on December shit
Better think with yo head or gang'll dismember it
Even back before the ShittyBoyz, bitch, I been the shit
Bitch, I got sauce you would never ever find out
Thinking I'm a lick? Fuck around and blow his mind out
Gotta know the blicky in my lap when I ride 'round
You might got her heart but that lil' neck is mine now
Swinging sticks like the big leagues
Triple S, Balenciagas, these the big sneaks
Trackhawking up the Lodge, this a big Jeep
You can ask any bitch I hit, bet they miss me
I can't kick it with you, bitch, I ain't Jackie Chan
AP'd outta Sam's Club, did my happy dance
You ain't SBD$M? We ain't slapping hands
If Tron drop his chains in this bitch, that's a avalanche
Twenty floors up in Miami, hitting stripper hoes
Gotta know my bitch rich, cute, and her figure cold
We don't care about that petty stack, up a bigger roll
We don't care about them lil' guns, we got bigger poles

[Outro]
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