"Phone" lyrics

I'm double in it
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week (Huh)
Got your thottie to my house, she's 'bout to freak
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'Bout to freak, 'bout to freak
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house, she's bout to freak
Fucking with her (Geek, nigga)
Beep, nigga

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone

Smokin' on Tooka with my click-clack, fuck the chit-chat
Fuck nigga, you better get back 'fore your ass get whacked
Niggas all about that chit-chat over that Internet, ay
I ain't with that damn chit-chat on that Internet, ay
Blammin' at these fuck niggas like "Bow, bow, bang", ay
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain, ay
Ay, and I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings, ay
Ay, finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings, ay
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Beamer, ay
Ay, hoes say I talk like I'm from Alabama
Nah, bitch, this ain't country grammar, ay, ay, ay

Jackson just like Samuel, ay
Did you read the motherfucking manual, ay, ay
Lemme check my schedule, ay, ay
Choppa go "du-du-du", let it go

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone