iPhone 6s Lyrics

Yeah, woah

If you're alright

Say something

Yeah

Something

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Glock nineteen, this ain't no Smith & Wesson (ain't no Smith & Wesson)

She 'wanna shoot a film told her I ain't geffen (I ain't geffen)

And I know you ain't been on shit, you ain't doin' no stepping (you ain't doin' no walking)

And codeine what I sip, put you right on a stretcher (yeah)

Mason Margiela, that's my fucking swag (that's my fucking swag)

Why you in that car if you ain't push the gas

I got hella hoes on me, yeah, they shaking ass (twerk)

I get dumb money, bitch, I get stupid cash (aye dumb)

I ball like Stephen, you ain't ball like shit (you ain't ball like shit)

I tote that weapon while I'm tying up my ricks (huh yeah)

Mac 11, we tote all the sticks

24-seven, she sucking on my dick, yeah

I get way too lit, I get way too high (way too high)

I ain't even got time to fuck your bitch (I ain't had no time)

Put the blunt to the sky (yeah)

And we smoking dead opp's over here gotta catch a body if you wanna get high

Yeah ain't no Mike Amiri jean's

I got codeine in my liver

She got dick up in her spleen yeah (yeah)

Percocet blue and green (huh yeah)

Bitch just wanna kick it told that bitch I ain't Bruce Lee

Glock nineteen, this ain't no Smith & Wesson

She wanna shoot a film told her I ain't geffen

And I know you ain't been on shit, you ain't doin' no stepping (you ain't doin' no walking)

And codeine what I sip, put you right on a stretcher