"Phone" lyrics

Bitch don't play me like no pussy 'cause I'm not him
Sent a button, jammed on me, still dropped ten
Ain't no pussies from my block, everybody slide
Rockin' with a P80, almost cost my life

Nightingale, Southeast, free the home team
Mr. Break A Bitch, tear it off, I need the whole thing
Bitch you gotta go, I'm gettin' mad, where your cheese at?
She told me, "Jaaybo you a dog", I could be that
Cutthroat, no shooter, watch how you approach
Fingerfuck the fully, 1-2-3, now it's gone
If he posted over there then we gon' crack his dome
Brodie caught a fed case for talkin' on the phones

I can't, fuck with no nigga that don't G slide
You said you wanna be my bitch? I'm gon' need time
Free Hunnit, that's my Crip from the Eastside
Three trips in one day, we scored three times
Double back, up the strap, get up on his ass
Don't be askin' if it's fonk, when you know it's that
Through the south everyday, where these niggas at?
Ayy
Niggas duck low when the Glock blow
Nightingale made y'all niggas wanna drop 4's
Bendin' blocks through the north, like what the opps on?
Where the opps go? I think the opps dumb, ayy

But I'm from Nightingale, Southeast, free the home team
Mr. Break A Bitch, tear it off, I need the whole thing
Bitch you gotta go, I'm gettin' mad, where your cheese at?
She told me, "Jaaybo you a dog", I could be that
Cutthroat, no shooter, watch how you approach
Fingerfuck the fully, 1-2-3, now it's gone
If he posted over there then we gon' crack his dome
Brodie caught a fed case for talkin' on the phones, w—