Lock Your Phone Lyrics

Lock your phone, how did he get my number

Lock your phone, why you still got my number saved

Lock your phone

Stupid ass bitch don't know how to lock her phone

Got her new nigga callin' and textin' on my motherfuckin' phone

Bitch don't raise your voice at me, I don't like your damn tone

Matter of fact, bitch, why you still got my number saved up in your phone

I thought me and you was done

Bitch, leave me alone

Finna' to pull up straight to your crib and knock you out of your stupid ass dome

Your pussy been everywhere, baby

It like the Rome

I remember when I nut up in your mouth, it came out like, foam, foam, foam

Why you still listen to this song

Bitch, just go home

I feel like you stupid as hell, girl down syndrome

They put you in the squid games, please don't lose the honeycomb

I been fine without you, that's why I moved on and roamed

Your new nigga callin' my phone

How did he get my number

Bitch, you know we too grown, we not getting any younger

If that nigga keep texting me, I'ma turn into a hunter

Then he don't hit you back, you gon' sit in wonder

I'm not with none of the games

Know that I'm bringing the thunder

No, not OKC, see, ha, thunder

Matter of fact, bitch, make sure he don't text my phone anymore

Make sure

Anymore

Stupid ass bitch don't know how to lock her phone

Got her new nigga callin' and textin' on my motherfuckin' phone

Bitch don't raise your voice at me, I don't like your damn tone

Matter of fact, bitch, why you still got my number saved up in your phone

I thought me and you was done

Bitch, leave me alone

Finna' to pull up straight to your crib and knock you out of your stupid ass dome

Your pussy been everywhere, baby

It like the Rome

I remember when I nut up in your mouth, it came out like, foam, foam, foam

I'ma be real, girl, you are my ex, I'ma leave you in the past

Why you keep comin' back in my life, tryna leave you in the past

Matter of fact, bitch, you like to move on too quick, yeah, you're fast

Oh, God, oh my God, finna put you on blast

I don't got time for a ho, give my money, you know I'ma go

And I like the way that I flow, all y'all niggas, y'all really be slow

Man, she broke my heart cold as snow, and I don't got no time for no ho

Matter of fact, I just pick her and throw, cause I don't got no time no more

Girl, I'ma be real, your new man better not call my phone

Before I send a drone, you know we too grown

Matter of fact, when I used to fuck you, you would always moan

Matter of fact, girl, you owe me some money, man, you due for your loan

Stupid ass bitch don't know how to lock her phone

Got her new nigga callin' and textin' on my motherfuckin' phone

Bitch don't raise your voice at me, I don't like your damn tone

Matter of fact, bitch, why you still got my number saved up in your phone

I thought me and you was done

Bitch, leave me alone

Finna' to pull up straight to your crib and knock you out of your stupid ass dome

Your pussy been everywhere, baby

It like the Rome

I remember when I nut up in your mouth, it came out like, foam, foam, foam

I gotta be real for the moment, nigga

Niggas be weird as shit

Bitches be weird as shit

Manipulate as shit

People be stupid as shit

Weird as shit, don't fuck with it, yeah

I'ma be real, I don't got time for none of this bullshit

I hate I gave her all of my time, cause she full of shit

While her nigga text my phone, I mean he full of shit

Weird as shit, stupid as shit, uh-huh