Cell Boomin (feat. Father)

Stains hit my phone cus I'm trappin' like a bitch Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3% Don't be playin' on my line tell me what you tryna get Hate when niggas want work but they ask to send a pic I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss Top Shoota Dun dodda nigga real team diss On Instagram thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics Call your bitch make a flick hit again and call it quits Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit Servin' niggas fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep All day juggin' on my trap phone Gettin' on my my nerves switch to airplane mode Selling hella drugs to a patient Young nigga trappin' out the vacant Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka Stop playin' on my phone Aye you at the crib, bitch I'm always fucking home Best had text 'before you come, nigga you don't know me Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motarola Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita hola Yeah I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola Damn that was ignorant, going to blame it on my pigment Niggas think they see me but they only see a figment Habitual bitch-getter, pick of the litter, nigga How the hell you figure you better? You the type of nigga take a bitch leave the cheddar I'm the type of nigga get the money get her wetter Need more provolone, nigga need feta Need to leave that ho alone, nigga do better Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka Stupid bitch hit my phone askin' can I front a sack Told that petty little ho she could never call me back Only time I text a ho when I'm feenin for some cat But I could never let the pussy come between me and the trap On vicadins on molly I could never take a nap Open 24/7 come and get it asap Even sell flatscreens got a couple Apple Macs Got so many guns that I even sell straps Middle fingers to the laws put it all on Snapchat Only use this phone to trap so I don't got a lotta apps Got 3 different numbers tryna dodge a wire tap Get the weed from amigo, get the xansfrom the japs All day trappin' like a fool My little brother movin' packs after school Sellin' hella drugs to a junkie Young nigga juggin' cross the country Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka