"samsung phone" lyrics

Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck

Drank [?] blunt, I feel like a villain
If he turn on me, you stabbed in yo' back
You a bitch, money in yo' phone case
Jumped the fence, couldn't go 'round the long gate
Take yo' shit, now you got the long face
Even my bitch know I got some villain ways
From the trench, I can't take this shit away
Stomp him out, I got on black Timberland
Last week hood had a drought, drugs back in
Should set the plug up, he not my kin
Bust inside this bih' wit' hospital mask
Gotta wipe the gunpowder off, run through the lake
'Posed to be at my show but I'm runnin' late
Smokin' opps on ghost, I smoke this shit to the face
You get put in a toaster, fye burn in yo' face
[?] bowls, they got plenty case
Travelin' all kind of artillery inside of this place
It be easy and quick to invade
You don't see my fuckin' artillery equipped
ARP shield diamond armor
These niggas really informants
I really tiptoe to the finish line
Slowed up on the drank, movin' like a turtle
Saquan Barkley over the gate, I hurdle
Fuckin' on yo' bitch, yeah that pussy fertile
Heard them boys was talkin' 'bout me so I skrt up
My lil' partner told me all he see is murder
From the trenches, it sound like I'm talkin' cursive