Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
FAY FAY FAY
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Keep that shit low-key, Tae)
FreeBandz for life
Ayy
Get a flip phone from the store and put some calls on it
Get a new batch of raw dog and put my paws on it
Ayy, you can't get my number 'cause you probably put the laws on it
Ayy, iPhone dumpin', I got plenty missed calls on it
Bendin' in a strike with the bros, we tryna catch the heads
The way that Rob keep callin' my phone, he got me runnin' reds
I'm backed up, he too impatient, I'ma knock my other heads
In a longsleeve with the bros, we finna match some red
He tried to swipe the jacks, it ain't work, Nunu, I'm back dumpin'
I ain't have the phones in three days, I been opp huntin'
Hop up out the strike, walk him down, I gotta drop somethin'
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, lil' bro, you ain't gon' pop nothin'
Racks, let me see the fuckin' scale, I got a pop comin'
Shaun-Shaun do they ass, I see the lights, I think the cops comin'
Ayy, neighborhood watch gettin' mad, I got the block dumpin'
Told Telly chill out on them Percs 'fore he drop somethin'
Ayy, ten yings gone in an hour, better add it up
And I'm pitchin' out of every pound, ain't no baggin' up
In the kitchen pressin' all these grams, I ain't maskin' up
Knockin' all these big heads, that's how I got my paper up
Every night, I'm countin' all these G's, gettin' paper cuts
Told Telly walk him down, you know we gotta tape shit up
I know you heard about them last **** that tried to play with us
Seven pops when I wake up, I got the morning rush
Binary trigger on this Drac', I'll let it bust
On FaceTime with Will, he got some Trish, he finna pour me up
Telly out the window with that switch, you get to playin' tough
Told Jackie I can't come no more, she keep blowin' me up
Get a flip phone from the store and put some calls on it
Get a new batch of raw dog and put my paws on it
Ayy, you can't get my number 'cause you probably put the laws on it
Ayy, iPhone dumpin', I got plenty missed calls on it
Bendin' in a strike with the bros, we tryna catch the heads
The way that Rob keep callin' my phone, he got me runnin' reds
I'm backed up, he too impatient, I'ma knock my other heads
In a longsleeve with the bros, we finna match some red
(Keep that shit low-key, Tae)
Written by: FAY FAY FAY
