I don't talk on cell phones Broke out, threw a jell-o phone She ask when I'm comin' home I can't live alone, she just like my backbone I used to be on bun, strappin' to the pad, gone It's time to get commiss, man Stop callin' for your bitch, bet Glock right by my six-pack I'm poppin' purse like Tic-Tac And I, I got my shit snatched But I came for my shit back Pull up like, let me get that Got somethin' for they bitches Bitch, I front them knots out Don't make us bring them Glocks out Tryna catch the ops out Fuck school, I drop out Bad bitch, she jacked out The dick got her knocked out She hate when I pull her loud And she like it in her mouth I love the microphone She tell me she like this song Let her suck all on my phone Yeah, while I write this song You better not stop until I say I know it might be long I put it all across her face Then fuck her all night long Pull up, drop top Backwood, hotbox Pickin' up my thot thot Tryna hit a hotspot Extra clips, hot gloss Fuck 12, cop squats Bitch, we got the block hot They think we gon' stop, nah I don't talk on cell phone Roll call through a jail phone Bitch, blow out my phone She ask when I'm comin' home I can't live alone She just like my backbone I used to be on bun Trappin' till the pack gone Roll call through a jail phone She ask when I'm comin' home Trappin' till the pack gone Trappin' till the pack gone