Uh yeah
Please don't call my phone
Please just leave me lone
She say imma dog but I'm the one throwing the bone
Real lowkey but I'm the one setting the tone
Who them niggas talking
Why they all unknown
He say he outside well why them niggas always home
Hating that's that shit I can't condone
Bro get to Jazzing, 40 on em
That pipe bigger than trombones
I'm still smoking dope I'm tryna change my life, huh
Shit went left and I'm still tryna make it right
Grew some fruits from all this labor & I still ain't take a bite
Lost some people close to me, Ain't get to say goodbye
I can't work no job cause I need a bag a minute
Bagging up all of this work & jump in the V
I ain't coming back till I'm finished
I need the front, the sides, the middle & Backend With it
I heard he left for the fye but couldn't get back in with it
Not me
I came in with mine
He tryna beef he wasting his time
Ain't getting no chicken that's probably
That's probably why
He saying he better than me then he probably fried
He can't rap like this no way but he'll probably try
The streets, You probably drive, me I'm a product of mine
You had your hand out, Me I was plotting for mine
I left that bitch in the past, only time I drop me a dime
& I keep something on me nigga, I ain't boxing for mine
Stupid nigga
I ain't gone lie bro
Don't call my
Don't call my phone
Don't call my
(phone rings)
Shit don't stop ringing
F*ck it
Hello
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English
Uh yeah
Please don't call my phone
Please just leave me lone
She say imma dog but I'm the one throwing the bone
Real lowkey but I'm the one setting the tone
Who them niggas talking
Why they all unknown
He say he outside well why them niggas always home
Hating that's that shit I can't condone
Bro get to Jazzing, 40 on em
That pipe bigger than trombones
I'm still smoking dope I'm tryna change my life, huh
Shit went left and I'm still tryna make it right
Grew some fruits from all this labor & I still ain't take a bite
Lost some people close to me, Ain't get to say goodbye
I can't work no job cause I need a bag a minute
Bagging up all of this work & jump in the V
I ain't coming back till I'm finished
I need the front, the sides, the middle & Backend With it
I heard he left for the fye but couldn't get back in with it
Not me
I came in with mine
He tryna beef he wasting his time
Ain't getting no chicken that's probably
That's probably why
He saying he better than me then he probably fried
He can't rap like this no way but he'll probably try
The streets, You probably drive, me I'm a product of mine
You had your hand out, Me I was plotting for mine
I left that bitch in the past, only time I drop me a dime
& I keep something on me nigga, I ain't boxing for mine
Stupid nigga
I ain't gone lie bro
Don't call my
Don't call my phone
Don't call my
(phone rings)
Shit don't stop ringing
F*ck it
Hello
Please don't call my phone
Please just leave me lone
She say imma dog but I'm the one throwing the bone
Real lowkey but I'm the one setting the tone
Who them niggas talking
Why they all unknown
He say he outside well why them niggas always home
Hating that's that shit I can't condone
Bro get to Jazzing, 40 on em
That pipe bigger than trombones
I'm still smoking dope I'm tryna change my life, huh
Shit went left and I'm still tryna make it right
Grew some fruits from all this labor & I still ain't take a bite
Lost some people close to me, Ain't get to say goodbye
I can't work no job cause I need a bag a minute
Bagging up all of this work & jump in the V
I ain't coming back till I'm finished
I need the front, the sides, the middle & Backend With it
I heard he left for the fye but couldn't get back in with it
Not me
I came in with mine
He tryna beef he wasting his time
Ain't getting no chicken that's probably
That's probably why
He saying he better than me then he probably fried
He can't rap like this no way but he'll probably try
The streets, You probably drive, me I'm a product of mine
You had your hand out, Me I was plotting for mine
I left that bitch in the past, only time I drop me a dime
& I keep something on me nigga, I ain't boxing for mine
Stupid nigga
I ain't gone lie bro
Don't call my
Don't call my phone
Don't call my
(phone rings)
Shit don't stop ringing
F*ck it
Hello
Writer: TYLER HALL
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