Phone Going Dumb

Drop Allstars the label of the mother fucking future nigga My phone going dumb My phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap My phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turnt to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turnt to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb I got that raw and I don't tax I walk in your trap and hit you with a pack You know it's own me don't try to jack I'm jugging that white and I'm jugging that smack This for the low I ain't trying to tax If you buy two I'll front you a pack I got that grey that other shit wack This take a two yeah this really that pack I turn up your trap and come give your shit back Your score money I spent that shit up in Saks Had to switch the location twelve watching that Can't play the front so pull up in the back I walk in your trap and I get off the pack Now all the sales want to know where I'm at Three cell phones and they jumping like jack Run through them hundreds and run up a sack Fuck going dumb I ain't got time to chat You ain't talking money I ain't calling back But hit up my line if you trying to get a pack Drop your location I'll come where you at Got dog food and got crack And I'm turnt up to the max You know where I be at Somewhere finessing them racks My phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turnt to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turnt to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Bust down the Rollie that's dirty money want to know how I got it Trap house jumpin you can stay broke if you wanna I walk on your block and take over your corner Yea that's that pressure you smell the aroma I got that fire I'm hit like a sauna Giseppee steppin when I be in the trap Don't do the credit nigga run me my sack I put that Str8 Drop in my city I'm Mr. Run Up Them Digits I can take over the trenches You know that grey got me winning Go get them bricks and a sprinter Come back and I juug out a rental He run off with that pack imma kill him That's my lil son I'll send him Rollie on me it's a light show What I paid for it bout a brick of coke With a stash spot you will never know I'm dripping that sauce when I hit the door I can take over your trap I can take over your block You know I got kilos and bells You know this that raw on the clock Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turn't to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Got 36 ounces I'm turn't to the max pull in the back we don't play front Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga radio