"TWO PHONES" lyrics
Fuck yeah
I'ma need two more phones 'cause I love 'em both
Too much time, but shit gettin' close
I'm in the G-Benz swervin' with money, it's gross
I'm with a bad bitch, she barely wear any clothes
We can't believe that's your grand total, you cannot post
She said that I'm [?], it's not even close
I'm in the trap with the dope fiends, they need it more
They always call me the preacher 'cause I give 'em hope
You niggas watch in the bleachers and keep this shit low
Hop out, bitch, I got aim, some your shootin' just is slow
I can see two different women, it's hard to love both
I would need two different phones, think I love them both
(808 Demon on that motherfucker)
I keep my main at my side, my shit cold (Yeah)
I see my side while my main bitch in public
I told my main bitch my side was my cousin
I put my hand in the pot, broke my wrist 'cause I does it
I'm cookin' bricks by the twelve, I can tell by the dozen
Need more, I give the packs to the Russians
Top five, fiends at the door, what's bussin'?
Knock-knock, police come through, try to crush it
No time, work down the toilet, I flushed it
Niggas talk about money, they ain't even touch it
She pull her skirt up and told me to hit it in public
She said she hate it to you, but to me say she love it
My favorite room is the kitchen, the place that I cut it
I hurt my back with some work, so I told her to rub it
Go, go, go, go, let's go (Yeah, yeah)
Walk on the water, I drip and I splash your face
Bae, I don't care what you have to say
When I walk out the mall, I might hop out and drag the Wraith
She said she seen me public, I'm walkin' with racks on me
Oh, that's a shame that you broke, but they used to laugh at me
Funny now, nigga, I laugh to the bank, let's go
Really got no one to thank
Need to get off your ass for God's sake
See through the act, need to stop the fake
She lick codeine off my lip, shorty had her a taste
Nigga, you slower than me, we a whole different pace
She makes me mad all day, you should sow up a case, bae
I put some wax in the Backwood, my blunt laced
You still behind the chase, but this not a race, okay, let's go
Yeah, she ask me, "Bae, where you been?" I said, "Whippin' a pot"
Sippin' codeine while I'm pushin' the rock
You so typical girl, I knew you was a thot
I smoke a pound in the 'Vette like a dog and I skrrt out the lot
She gon' bark like a dog when she see my lil' watch
Redbone, she match my Patek Patek
Need a redbone, she match my Patek Patek
Ten bands, we get you hit, not a flex
I'm walkin' on water, you crawlin' at best
I call shorty my mop, she gon' clean up my mess
I got too much time, we got too much to test
Too much time, I got no time to die
Nigga, I'm fresh to my death, I'm gon' die lookin' fly
Too much time, so I can't get tired
There's too much fiends in the trap, now the trap on fire, let's go
Told the plug please believe, I'm finna go scoop 'bout ten more
I told him it's only cash, I can't do PayPal, Venmo
Toss me a bag, I double that tenfold
Nigga, you soft, you get poked by a pencil
Splittin' the hollow tip, pussy, the bed soft
When the rappin' stop workin', we back to the bando
You been doubtin' since high school, but act like a fan though
She wanna go out in public, I told her I can't go
She like to drink with her friends, don't need one of those
You to type offered some deal and you gonna fold
I can't roll with you pussies and fakes 'cause I'm too opposed
Let's go, got too much time
Got too much time, too much money, got too much time
Too much time, I got—
Got too much time, got no time to die
Let's go, I got no time to die
Too much time, yeah
Go ahead
I told them go check the back, I think somebody died
Spent real bags, think somebody fried
He thought he real 'til somebody lied
Too much too, got no time to die
Too much money, got too much time
I'ma need two more phones 'cause I love 'em both
Too much time, but shit gettin' close
I'm in the G-Benz swervin' with money, it's gross
I'm with a bad bitch, she barely wear any clothes
We can't believe that's your grand total, you cannot post
She said that I'm [?], it's not even close
I'm in the trap with the dope fiends, they need it more
They always call me the preacher 'cause I give 'em hope
You niggas watch in the bleachers and keep this shit low
Hop out, bitch, I got aim, some your shootin' just is slow
I can see two different women, it's hard to love both
I would need two different phones, think I love them both
(808 Demon on that motherfucker)
I keep my main at my side, my shit cold (Yeah)
I see my side while my main bitch in public
I told my main bitch my side was my cousin
I put my hand in the pot, broke my wrist 'cause I does it
I'm cookin' bricks by the twelve, I can tell by the dozen
Need more, I give the packs to the Russians
Top five, fiends at the door, what's bussin'?
Knock-knock, police come through, try to crush it
No time, work down the toilet, I flushed it
Niggas talk about money, they ain't even touch it
She pull her skirt up and told me to hit it in public
She said she hate it to you, but to me say she love it
My favorite room is the kitchen, the place that I cut it
I hurt my back with some work, so I told her to rub it
Go, go, go, go, let's go (Yeah, yeah)
Walk on the water, I drip and I splash your face
Bae, I don't care what you have to say
When I walk out the mall, I might hop out and drag the Wraith
She said she seen me public, I'm walkin' with racks on me
Oh, that's a shame that you broke, but they used to laugh at me
Funny now, nigga, I laugh to the bank, let's go
Really got no one to thank
Need to get off your ass for God's sake
See through the act, need to stop the fake
She lick codeine off my lip, shorty had her a taste
Nigga, you slower than me, we a whole different pace
She makes me mad all day, you should sow up a case, bae
I put some wax in the Backwood, my blunt laced
You still behind the chase, but this not a race, okay, let's go
Yeah, she ask me, "Bae, where you been?" I said, "Whippin' a pot"
Sippin' codeine while I'm pushin' the rock
You so typical girl, I knew you was a thot
I smoke a pound in the 'Vette like a dog and I skrrt out the lot
She gon' bark like a dog when she see my lil' watch
Redbone, she match my Patek Patek
Need a redbone, she match my Patek Patek
Ten bands, we get you hit, not a flex
I'm walkin' on water, you crawlin' at best
I call shorty my mop, she gon' clean up my mess
I got too much time, we got too much to test
Too much time, I got no time to die
Nigga, I'm fresh to my death, I'm gon' die lookin' fly
Too much time, so I can't get tired
There's too much fiends in the trap, now the trap on fire, let's go
Told the plug please believe, I'm finna go scoop 'bout ten more
I told him it's only cash, I can't do PayPal, Venmo
Toss me a bag, I double that tenfold
Nigga, you soft, you get poked by a pencil
Splittin' the hollow tip, pussy, the bed soft
When the rappin' stop workin', we back to the bando
You been doubtin' since high school, but act like a fan though
She wanna go out in public, I told her I can't go
She like to drink with her friends, don't need one of those
You to type offered some deal and you gonna fold
I can't roll with you pussies and fakes 'cause I'm too opposed
Let's go, got too much time
Got too much time, too much money, got too much time
Too much time, I got—
Got too much time, got no time to die
Let's go, I got no time to die
Too much time, yeah
Go ahead
I told them go check the back, I think somebody died
Spent real bags, think somebody fried
He thought he real 'til somebody lied
Too much too, got no time to die
Too much money, got too much time
