Trap Off Phones Lyrics

I could never do it basic

Said she love the boy

Drop yo knees

Baby taste it

You only get one life

So Its sad when you waste it

Pull up to my show

I'm turnin heads

They makin faces

Trapped off hella phones

Feigns steady watchin

Every time I leave my home

Chanel

that's just the smell of my cologne

Ghost dropped the games

Niggas Went straight to Capones

You big mad

When yo bitch singin all my songs

I could never love her

If she don't walk around in thongs

Lord please forgive me

I done did so many wrongs

Kick doe operation

I done broke in so many homes

Call my line

I'm big chief

Like I be wit Mahomes

I'm a chef wit the dope

I'm servin plates wit my tongs

She sexy in that red

Give me head

Kill the pussy

Go to bed

Left on read

I done seen it so many times

Yes I said what I said

Countin all this bread

Houston ties

So shoutout shoutout my nigga Ced

I can get a nigga dropped

Knoddin my fuckin head

Roll one

Smoke one

Poe somethin

I don't get

Why y'all came in the club

If you ain't gone throw nun

I'll beat yo ass

Like you fuckin stole somethin

Scoe ain't really got the patience

He trynna blow somethin

Gotta calm down

Got way too much drip on

Think you Beefin wit me

I'd slut her out

And then have yo bitch known

I know OG makin plays

Off a fuckin flip phone

I call em Fred Flinstone

Servin all them rocks

Walk inside the trap

It's just a stove

And a bunch of pots

This a extended mag

It hold a whole lotta shots

Look inside my pockets

It's a whole lotta knots

Can't stand a nigga

Acting like he up

But he not