Main Phone (feat. Rick Rock & Stressmatic)

Hello?

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

I'm on the road to the riches, checkin' paper, mane

I wanna play in gold like a Laker, mane

My bitch too negative, gotta shake her, mane

She gotta catch me in the wind like a paper plane

I came up in the '80s when the women were defensive

So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin'

When you make 'em feel lucky for fuckin' me in the loft

Help 'em bust nuts and they helpin' me buy trucks

Not outright, but a nice down in the first month

I mean, I'm not really pimpin', my ****, fuck you on?

Oh, soon Slew City Slew mackin'-ass ****

I am spitting llama 'bout my decimals, digits, commas

Rubles, shillings, pesos, watch out because punk shit lead to trauma

That's why I'm on my

Main phone, textin' with this other phone

Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer

Nike Cortez on my feet in a deep sleep with a freak

From the meet-and-greet, now it's left to me

Rick bounced the beat, gave an ounce to a P

Had to cut the bitch off for popping off to me

I'm back to business relentlessly, I ain't done till I'm finished

Variety in your society and, bitch, I'm the menace

You wish I would call back, you wish I would fall back

See, I'm a doughboy, so I'm a need my football back

In and out these routes like I was Julian Edelman

I needs all mine from the shit I been peddling

I'm settling for nothing less than the top notch

Jumping over all you hoes like hopscotch

Bitch, back up off me and leave me alone

I'm walking my dog a half a mile from my home

On my phone, tryna get rich, talking shit to a bitch

Coming up with some shit like this

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer

Yeah, holla at me

Naw, I'ma text you from my other number

Yeah, it's the 818

Oh, you want me to hit you from the 213?

We find our hero Blaps Bastardly roaming the land

With nothing but his MPC and his moral compass in hand

Avoiding all punk shit, not needing two dollars in his hand

Weaving through the malevolent man with their malevolent plan

You got to catch him

On my main phone, textin' with this other phone

Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on

Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in at random

Watch my paper get longer (Rock it)