Fifty Contacts ft. Trappablo

Got like fifty different contacts, I'm trying to get this pack gone

And when I die, put twenty naked bitches on my headstone

I tell the gang, "let's talk in person, I can't say this through no cellphone"

I heard they caught 'em by surprise, yeah I heard they left 'em mind blown

Left my last bitch for a new bitch, some badder

I be on them natural bitches, can't do no plastic

If I push this button, you gon' see who shoot the fastest

I just send a word and get 'em gone, this shit like magic (just like magic, yeah)

You got deposits on your head right?

Young nigga need some money too, he trying to catch you at that red light, whoa

And I'm so high, can't even stand right

Steppers all in my circle, 'bout respect, you better act right (act right)