Phn-Off

Got my phone off do not disturb it
Got my bread up I’m surrounded by birdies
Open up her legs rubbin on me like Jergens
All these niggas nerds I don’t fuck with no virgins
Choppa make em nervous
Ima burn em
Puttin in this work yuh
I been working
Shawty feeling worthless
Make her work it
Drop em like some birdshit
Make these bitches thirsty
Racks I’m countin thirty
Smoke a pound up early
Ima do em dirty
Talkin slick we purgin
All black like a burglar
Beefin got no burgers
Nina leave em burnt up
She sexier in person

Back to the city with my home dawgs.
(yuh)
I ain't gotta' trip, got my phone off.
(yuh)
Plug on speed dial, relay race
Pass the baton
Boy we aint playing no games
Ye x2

Phone Off
I gotta block this Hoe dog
She be blowing up my line
I Hit decline
You know how it go dog
If you finna waste time
You gotta ride and hit the road ma
I ain’t playing games about the change
Just like a slot machine
I’m in the s550 with ya main
And she toppin me
Ion need no soldier to fight my wars
Cause All I got is me
Playing with my name
Gon get you hurt you’ll end up on a tee
Yea
Right hand on the Bible
Still lie through my teeth
I’m sorry your honor
Gotta look out guys
I been through a lot
You could see it in my eyes
Cheating on my bitch
Cause I got Nina on my side
No matter how you look at it
Your bitch is gonna slide