3 Phones

(アルバム： Not One Of Them - 2021)

(RJBaNKS on the beat)
Yeah
Hold on, let me talk my shit right quick
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Let's go (Gang)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ha, woah, woah, woah (Look)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ayy, this how I'm coming

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause nigga, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real nigga, ask them niggas 'round me, they can vouch

I say back up, shawty, why you all up in my face?
Got her on her knees, boy, you would've thought she finna pray
I am not the one, I will shoot them tattoos off your face
Tryna get some fame, nigga, well today gon' be the day
I'ma always pop my shit, don't give a fuck 'bout what they think
While you laughing behind my back, I'm gon' be laughing to the bank
You can gas that nigga up, but ayy, I bet he still won't crank
Saw your bitch, I made her faint, water on me like a sink (Let's go)

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause nigga, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real nigga, ask them niggas 'round me, they can vouch, nigga (Uh, uh)

Hold up, wait one minute, who the fuck keep calling my phone? (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas be mad at me 'cause their bitch won't leave me alone (Uh, uh)
Niggas be hating on me but playing every one of my songs (Ayy, ayy)
And I'ma pop my shit, lil' nigga, you know what I'm on (Ayy)
I don't fuck with niggas
I walked in the party with that 30 in my britches
My lil' nigga off the Percocet, he keep on itching
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that shit she saying, I still ain't committing (Uh)
Told that ho she tripping (Ayy)

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause nigga, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real nigga, ask them niggas 'round me, they can vouch, nigga