Listen to I Phones by Young Pappy

I Phones

Young Pappy

Hip-Hop/Rap

486,804 Shazams

Lyrics

2 Cups 2 Blunts Shorty ass tweaked Don't be dumb Wait hold on Who the fuck is this on my line this time? Broke bitch I ain't got a dime this time Talking bout you pregnant, Girl you lying this time Cause I know I strapped up Boy it's real in the field so you know I'm strapped up It's real when all the raw niggas getting clapped up Know it's real when to own nigga getting clapped up And he die right next to you Turn the savage up, do a drill what he next to do Boy that pole ain't real who you flexing too Girl I just want some top, I ain't sexting you See I'll pass on that, gas on deck, money 3 gas I'll smash on that Let them free spazz and I'll spazz on the track I ain't never been a hoe, I'll blast on pap, on Pooh Bear Knock Knock on your door like who there Put the pole to his face like you there Try to move out the way take two there Nigga I'm too real, Nigga it's too rare Don't wanna cross a nigga like me hoe Send shots I ain't talking about free throw Smoke rock I ain't talking bout C4 He talking about keno, he talking about rocket man Got me higher then a rocket man, 30 on me I'll pop it man Ppg got a plug, no socket man, man that's gang Niggas know how we rocking man, I ain't flodging man Got Got like 17 pairs of trues right now in my closet(designer) Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robins 2 cups, 2 blunts, 2 mollies I do drugs shorty so ion even remember The last time I fucked shorty Talking about you pregnant you can get off my line So you must be drunk shorty Wait wait hold on Who the fuck on my line this time? A unknown number calling it's probably my P.O so I ain't gonna decline this time Hello (Pap you a bitch when I catch you imma nail you that's on my homie nigga) What? Boy fuck yo homie nigga I'm in traffic right now with it on me nigga So come get up it with me Matter of fact Where you at? Ima get up with you Ion give a fuck who you with They getting hit up with you The ambulance pick you up they getting picked up with you Cause I ain't missing not none of these Nigga you ain't getting one you getting some of these Nigga I do hits that shit fun to me Nigga can't say shit about what he done to me I got shot, my homie got changed right in front of me Then Keno die (Keno) Then Munchy die (Munchy) A couple niggas got hit up (boom) And they lucky they ass still alive So get off my phone I don't know whats wrong A nigga talking about he wanna do a song I think he trynna set a nigga up But you know I ain't going Tell that fuck nigga leave me alone Wait hold on Who the fuck is this on my line this time? What up bro they call me Mac Man I'm trying get a feature Well you know I'm finna tax nigga how much you got I got 650 Nigga I need 7 Come on Bro work with me Ight send it to western union Send the beat to my email Send it to my yahoo, I don't give out my gmail I know a motherfucker know me from the old me I ain't even saying it like Imma OG Put in work by myself nigga fuck 4 deep Do a drill in with a bandana on fuck low key Nigga we be so deep, on the block Selling hard we pop out 3 o'clock All the way to the grave yard My brother told me Work hard, play hard, got shells for these niggas that just wanna play hard Wait hold on
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