Phone Tap

Drwkasso

Hey

Bitch, I can't go broke

I'd rather trap or hit this lick

Keep this shit a hunnid

Everything else won't part the script

I'm inside the trap

I'm in the back, I'm cookin' shit

Goofy-ass lil' junkie, he try cop himself some whippets

Throw it on the scale

Bitch, I won't eyeball me no digits

Say you gon' do this

But I'm in person, I hear crickets

Slide up on that block

Send some shots, I swear he shitty

I just might gon' spin on side of that block like I'm a fidget

I just might go pick up me some weight like I'm a gymnast

Catch me in the kitchen

Cookin' up like I'm a chemist

Doin' what, to like, what person, bitch

I know that **** timid

**** play with me, on gang

I'm finna drop a **** like Timmy

Wakin' up like the next morning

My trap thumpin', bustin' booming

Stripper bitch take these ones

And I ain't even trippin' bout no cooties

I ain't even fuckin' with this lil' fuck-ass lil' bitch

I ain't recruitin'

Had to stop smokin' them dead ****

That shit start to make me stupid

And I don't second guess

I'm playin' a game, it's checkers or chess

Only thing go next to murder is that motherfuckin' sex

The only thing go next to murder is that money in my flesh

I told them verify them numbers

When you write, break down the tech

When they bought that photo

It was stuck so I can break me down this tech

If I ever pick some shells up

Then I thought some shit was stretched'

Blood, sweat, and tears

Slidin' on my opps, I gave my best

Yeah, know them people watchin' me

Know them people stalkin' me

I got bags and shit for sale

Come and walk and talk with me

Bitch, know this lil' game ain't free

Bitch, don't be ashamed of me

5-5-6's came with me

2-2-3's they stay with me

Hold up, tell this shit like

Bring my cord, my phone died

Bitch, that breakdown deacon

Keep some shit for sale at all times

Walk inside my trap lil bitch

I'ma set my own vibe

Walk inside my trap lil bitch

Guaranteed they all high

Hold up, tell this shit like

Bring my cord, my phone died

Bitch, that breakdown deacon

Keep some shit for sale at all times

Walk inside my trap lil bitch

I'ma set my own vibe

Walk inside my trap lil bitch

Guaranteed they all high

I don't talk on Apple phones

Bitch, I think my phone tapped

Walk inside that club against the gang

And get his dome clapped

Walk inside the club with all this work

And bitch, I'm all trap

Used to cut the work so fuckin' bad

That they ain't called back

I put all that smoke on side that block

Now they all strapped

Say you gon' retaliate, to what?

****, you ball cap

**** say you pushin' bae in em' hoods

Watch him fall back

Detectives tryna keep tabs on the gangsta's

Know that we all strapped