On My Phone Lyrics

I miss you ohhh

Please don't call up on my phone

I don't answer to no hoe

Get the fuck up from my door

From my

From my door

Yeah nobody there im DND im always on my own

We gon air it out like BNB we kicking down your door

All these bitches yeah they run they mouth like uh fe fi fo fum

Fuck

Look down deep in the barrel

He left his kids with the baby moms

Now they gone like he sterile

Bitch im cracking the jokes while breaking her back like bitch Will Ferrel

Pouring another drink rest in peace my auntie Cheryl

Look at my shoes they don't fit

Look at my wrist paying your rent

Ion give a shit bout the bitches be talking

Bitches be talking ion hear what they say

Nothing but lint that's deep in your pockets

Deep in your pockets im cashing a check

Hang out the window im aiming at opps

Hit em twice I sit by the bed

I sit by the bed

Yeah

Death is beautiful

As the funeral

Square it up

Stuck in cubicles

I'm not typical bear with us

Bear with us I'm off the drugs im spinning off percs im sipping on mud

Used to be there

Used to be here

Rip my heart out im putting it up

I know what I saw the shit you don't see that's why I don't speak don't question my trust

Don't question my trust

Handle myself

Handle my own

Doing these drugs killing myself killing my soul

Spinning the block make a threat come and blow

Talking that shit you want smoke at the show

I miss you ohhh

Please don't call up on my phone

I don't answer to no hoe

Get the fuck up from my door