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Duwap Kaine

She Call My Phone

 

She Call My Phone

(album: Underdog 2 - 2020)


Louis on you, no racks, what the fuck did I spend
I'm rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, go with gang, go with set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, make that nigga sweat
She wanna leave me, I'm like, "Okay, bet"

Hoes be dogs like cat stacks
Spending this shit, been had racks
[?] the chicken, yeah, the egg hatched
I put the 35 in my nutsack
12 ain't getting nothing
You come through the trap then you getting whacked
Niggas talking 'bout our year, nigga, that's facts
I see the fear, nigga, fuck your tests
Broke-ass bitch always wanna match
I'm in a Bimmer car, not a Hellcat
I'm smoking gas, know you smell that
Good pack, I'ma mail that
Breaking these female's hearts
We in that Bimmer 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 racing
12 was watching so you know I was pacing
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 one's 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 on you, no racks, what the fuck did I spend
I'm rich as fuck, you can tell by my neck
In the hood, flip a pound, get a check
With my slimes, go with gang, go with set
She call my phone, I ignore her text
Look at an opp, make 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 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 call my phone, I ignore her text

done

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