Check My Phone

Intro:
Yeah…it must be like…2am or some shit..

Chorus: x2
Check my phone, plug say meet up at the spot
Check my phone, got a dm from a thot
Check my phone, bruh say we ain’t got a lot
But to me that’s all we got, but to me that’s all we got

Verse One (David Neptune):
Check my phone, gotta look out for the trap
Check my phone, bruh said “nigga where you at?”
Check my phone, got a dm from a hoe
Check my phone, battery low I gotta go
Niggas be talking, but they don’t say shit
I know they ain’t shit, I know they hating
I know the difference between real shit and fake shit
I put the work in like fuck a vacation
Give me a beat and I’ll show you creation
Give me some beef and I’ll show you cremation
Give me a seat and I’ll take the whole table
I’m here to eat, I don’t know what you here for
Swag on a hundred degrees
Smoking so much I don’t know how to breathe
Shawty say show me how you be so clean
Study me girl, I don’t know how to teach
Claiming you fresher than me nigga please
I open my mouth and they like nigga please
I catch a body like it’s a disease
Sipping henny til the bottle deceased

Chorus: x2
Check my phone, plug say meet up at the spot
Check my phone, got a dm from a thot
Check my phone, bruh say we ain’t got a lot
But to me that’s all we got, but to me that’s all we got

Verse Two (Andii IV):
Check my phone
If you talking, check your tone
I check the check, no cigarettes, tell em to run up the cheque
All of these bitches depressed, let me confess, I stay one hundred no less
Please do not send me requests, I’m with the set, only debate who’s the best
I check my phone
Post like Malone
I’m in the zone
Pass me the Krone
I take a pic, a pic, a pic, and post
I give her dick, and dick, and don’t disclose
Then I go Riky Rick-y on the road
Then I just fill up the gas like the dome
I check my phone, and I quote
Hella deep, but I float
Breast strokes, dress code
Couldn’t tell you how the day go
Call me call me like I’m Tyrone
Not 49 but that’s 5.0