"Which Phone" lyrics
(Kaine, you always know what I like)
She lookin' right, so I left with her
Damn right I flirted, try to date her
I go berserk, Polo on my shirt
My whip got horse power
You hit a bitch, you a coward
She give brain, she went to Howard
I'm smokin' dope, chiefin' flower
Was in New York smokin' sour
And I'm high as fuck watchin' Power
I'm countin' up dead presidents
I'm trappin' right in my residence
I'm rollin' up, hands got residue
Give a fuck, nigga, I ain't scared if you
Pull up to my food spot
This shit too good, don't make it hot
She massaging me like a fuckin' spa
And she feed me grapes and she rollin' za
Got a bad bitch, look like Remy Ma
I'm turnt up, pass the Remy, ma
I'm a good guy, put the semi down
Pick it back up if you fuck around (TAF)
Young nigga, I'm a young nigga
Got these stupid hoes sprung, nigga
GTA 4, pour the lean in my Sprunk, nigga
Ball hard, dunk, nigga
These the SB dunks, nigga
12 still back of my trunk, nigga
They said I fell off, but I'm well off
I'm just finna bring the funk, nigga
I'm up, nigga, and I'm sure
I'm a young nigga and I'm pure
You smokin' dirt, I'm smokin' pure
I fucked up, baby, come here
I sincerely apologize
My bitch ballin', basketball wise
You fuck niggas be on bull jive
Catch—catch a play, nigga, go wide
Feel—feel like Finesse2Tymes
Indu—industry got me traumatized
When he was on live and he cried
Y'all laughed, that's why we fucked up now
My shawty say that she super wild
Some kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
She holdin' my wish bone
They fuck with Duwap 'cause he did it on his own
Sippin' drink, you better watch for them kidney stones
I'm hurtin' her feelings, fuckin' up her hormones
Free my nigga that's talkin' on payphones
Made free bands, how the fuck could I hate phones?
Smokin' dope, nigga, 'til the whole day gone
Long live Goon and God bless his gravestone
Original, so you know that I hate clones
She keep callin' me, but baby, which phone?
They fuck with Duwap 'cause he did it on his own
She lookin' right, so I left with her
Damn right I flirted, try to date her
I go berserk, Polo on my shirt
My whip got horse power
You hit a bitch, you a coward
She give brain, she went to Howard
I'm smokin' dope, chiefin' flower
Was in New York smokin' sour
And I'm high as fuck watchin' Power
I'm countin' up dead presidents
I'm trappin' right in my residence
I'm rollin' up, hands got residue
Give a fuck, nigga, I ain't scared if you
Pull up to my food spot
This shit too good, don't make it hot
She massaging me like a fuckin' spa
And she feed me grapes and she rollin' za
Got a bad bitch, look like Remy Ma
I'm turnt up, pass the Remy, ma
I'm a good guy, put the semi down
Pick it back up if you fuck around (TAF)
Young nigga, I'm a young nigga
Got these stupid hoes sprung, nigga
GTA 4, pour the lean in my Sprunk, nigga
Ball hard, dunk, nigga
These the SB dunks, nigga
12 still back of my trunk, nigga
They said I fell off, but I'm well off
I'm just finna bring the funk, nigga
I'm up, nigga, and I'm sure
I'm a young nigga and I'm pure
You smokin' dirt, I'm smokin' pure
I fucked up, baby, come here
I sincerely apologize
My bitch ballin', basketball wise
You fuck niggas be on bull jive
Catch—catch a play, nigga, go wide
Feel—feel like Finesse2Tymes
Indu—industry got me traumatized
When he was on live and he cried
Y'all laughed, that's why we fucked up now
My shawty say that she super wild
Some kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
She holdin' my wish bone
They fuck with Duwap 'cause he did it on his own
Sippin' drink, you better watch for them kidney stones
I'm hurtin' her feelings, fuckin' up her hormones
Free my nigga that's talkin' on payphones
Made free bands, how the fuck could I hate phones?
Smokin' dope, nigga, 'til the whole day gone
Long live Goon and God bless his gravestone
Original, so you know that I hate clones
She keep callin' me, but baby, which phone?
They fuck with Duwap 'cause he did it on his own
