Trac Fone Lyrics

Something gotta shake Nigga I'ma back a cake nigga

Run with all the real niggas jack all the fake niggas

Something gotta shake Nigga ima bake a cake

Nigga Zoerilla we some real niggas steady going ape Nigga

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She steady screaming hot girl summer

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They surround the D just like a huddle

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She a millennial she 20 years and under

What that mean

I want the auntie and the momma

See I ran with the sack I was really just a runner

Then I start flipping packs then it turned me to a fronter

I was chilling in the back

I got tired of being humble

I was sitting in the trap with the Zoe's in the jungle

My side bitch side gig sold wigs by the bundle

She loving sucking dick i give her pipe like a plumber

She don't like the threesome

Then I don't even want her made her swallow pre cum

Then I go and switch the number

We busy chasing money boy we tired of waiting Uhh

You niggas looking hungry y'all ain't tired of hating Uhh

I'm laid up in the crib with a model naked

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I just shoot my shot I ain't watch to make it

Trac fone, black fone Zoe can you hear me

Shawty let me fuck it ain't cost one penny

Security ain't shit I done snuck in the semi

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

I could blast a Nigga dome let a Nigga come near me

You arguing on the phone I got no talk left in me

You Niggas say it's smoke then I'm coming down your chimney

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

I was trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Rapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Snapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Screaming fuck love I done took so many L's in it

Push the hell cat my bitch told me go to hell in it

K-9 unit man they even brought 12 with it

The oil base bricks got a nail polished smell in it

Niggas talking fish talk but never had a scale in it

Homie talking brick talk but never made a sell in it

How you talking weight talk but never had them bails with it

The neighbor say it's my fault that they ain't got no mail in it

Trac fone, black fone Zoe can you hear me

Shawty let me fuck it ain't cost one penny

Security ain't shit I done snuck in the semi

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

I could blast a Nigga dome let a Nigga come near me

You arguing on the phone I got no talk left in me

You Niggas say it's smoke then I'm coming down your chimney

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

I was trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Rapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Snapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri

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