She Call My Phone Songtext
von Duwap Kaine
She Call My Phone Songtext
Louis on you, no racks, what the fuck did I expect?
I′m rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, throw up gang, throw a set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, made that nigga sweat
She wanna leave me, I'm like, "Okay, bet"
Hoes be dogs, like Kat Stacks
Spending this shit, been had racks
Smokin′ the chicken, yeah, the egg hatched
I put the 3.5 in my nutsack, 12 ain't gettin' that
You come through the trap, then you gettin′ whacked
Ain′t talkin' out my ear, nigga, that′s facts
I see the fear, nigga, fuck yo' tats
Broke-ass bitch always wanna match
I′m in a Beamer car, not a Hellcat
I'm smoking gas, know you smell that
Good pac—Good pack, I′ma mail that
Breaking these female's hearts
We in that Beamer truck, push to start
I guess he mad his car can't start
Marijuana, it′s beautiful and it′s art
Like the white people say, I'm faded
Can′t fuck with you, bitch, 'cause you so basic
I hop in that stick then I get to racin′
12 was watchin' so you know I was pacin′
I'm smoking dope in front of the police station
Trapping too hard, can't have no relation
Pull up on him and he won′t say shit
Hoes be capping, man, you know I ain′t date shit
I'm killing this shit, yeah, Jason
I put the gas here, right in the Mason
Gotta get Cartier right on my bracelet
I′m in the trap with the ones that's related
He thought he was safe ′cause his shit was gated
My gang hit me up, I come and I take shit
Louis—Louis on you, no racks, what the—
Louis—Louis on you, no—
Louis—Louis on you, no racks, what the fuck did I expect?
I'm rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, throw up gang, throw a set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, made that nigga sweat
She wanna leave me, I′m like, "Okay, bet"
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In—In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She—She call my phone, I ignore her text
I′m rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, throw up gang, throw a set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, made that nigga sweat
She wanna leave me, I'm like, "Okay, bet"
Hoes be dogs, like Kat Stacks
Spending this shit, been had racks
Smokin′ the chicken, yeah, the egg hatched
I put the 3.5 in my nutsack, 12 ain't gettin' that
You come through the trap, then you gettin′ whacked
Ain′t talkin' out my ear, nigga, that′s facts
I see the fear, nigga, fuck yo' tats
Broke-ass bitch always wanna match
I′m in a Beamer car, not a Hellcat
I'm smoking gas, know you smell that
Good pac—Good pack, I′ma mail that
Breaking these female's hearts
We in that Beamer truck, push to start
I guess he mad his car can't start
Marijuana, it′s beautiful and it′s art
Like the white people say, I'm faded
Can′t fuck with you, bitch, 'cause you so basic
I hop in that stick then I get to racin′
12 was watchin' so you know I was pacin′
I'm smoking dope in front of the police station
Trapping too hard, can't have no relation
Pull up on him and he won′t say shit
Hoes be capping, man, you know I ain′t date shit
I'm killing this shit, yeah, Jason
I put the gas here, right in the Mason
Gotta get Cartier right on my bracelet
I′m in the trap with the ones that's related
He thought he was safe ′cause his shit was gated
My gang hit me up, I come and I take shit
Louis—Louis on you, no racks, what the—
Louis—Louis on you, no—
Louis—Louis on you, no racks, what the fuck did I expect?
I'm rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, throw up gang, throw a set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, made that nigga sweat
She wanna leave me, I′m like, "Okay, bet"
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
In—In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She call my phone, I ignore her text
She—She call my phone, I ignore her text
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