"BK ANSWER THE PHONE" lyrics
(Ayy, what these niggas on, Soulja?)
(Four3va)
Huh, ain't no contacts in my phone, but sometimes I still call my dead bro
I know niggas tryna get me gone, so I just tread slow
Had to slow down, movin' fast, I think I hopped on every ho
I was five and seen a homicide, flashin' a red glow (Huh)
We got bags on every floor, we put gas in every throat
Tryna get bond on that body, he cried when they say hell no
I been tryna snatch that pussy up, 7.62s out a Hellpup
Just jump in, run the paper up, jump out before the feds come
I been kinda fucked up 'cause my nigga ain't really my... (Uh)
My bitch ain't really my... (Uh)
And my ho ain't really my, yeah
I can't let up no time soon 'cause this shit really my year
Don't tell nobody about your goal, they hate on what they fear
Your nigga ain't your nigga, shit go down, they ain't with you
I get messy and paint pictures, push up, tryna paint swiftly
I was seventeen, two weeks, I ran through like a light fifty
Push up with that switch in DC, can't go out like Shy Glizzy
I told gang we gotta grow up, lil' bro down, his time kickin'
I told gang he gotta show up, every time, he slidin' vis'
I want a nigga dead at 9:50, nigga, God is my witness
Pussy dissed me, then I posted up more than a hot snippet
Ooh
Ooh, nigga, I'm fly as fuck
Look at my bitch, nigga
Lot of niggas just love bad bitches
I love bad bitches, yeah, I love bad bitches
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break down an eight-hundred-dollar bag, make thirty-six
Damn, Lil Tony in his bag, nigga rich, still ridin' switch
Niggas broke, this shit be bad, can't buy a bike, still ride dick
Keezy movin' presidential, everything five tint
Ho done dropped the residential, damn near got lil' fire spinned
I can't speak on you, lil' bruh, but I know what mines did
Hope I don't catch niggas droppin' dimes, I'm droppin' times ten
Shouldn't have crossed me, buddy lost his mind and now I'm all in
Tony push up, Snoop Dogg to the smoke, all Gen
If I see bro, I'm gon' crash, I just hope I don't leave no dent
And I don't got no trust for niggas 'cause in the end, we all be sinnin'
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, grandma told you that one, didn't it?
Young and rich and still be spinnin', know it's wrong, but I be trippin'
We too deep, finish the mission, after, go pray for forgiveness
I don't really rap with none of these niggas 'cause they get 'round and they fake kick it
Dick-ridin'-ass nigga, no respect for no pick-me
Swag bag, nigga, don't touch me, I'm buyin' clean just like Whitney
Trash can a nigga's advance, I be blowin' billys
All these rap niggas really fake as fuck, Tony one of the realest
Can't fuck with me on my worst day, why would I compete with niggas?
Key, it's Key, Key
Gang, gang-gang-gang
Uh-huh, nigga, it's Key, nigga
We rich O.E., nigga, Key
(Canter, I fuckin' hate you)
(Four3va)
Huh, ain't no contacts in my phone, but sometimes I still call my dead bro
I know niggas tryna get me gone, so I just tread slow
Had to slow down, movin' fast, I think I hopped on every ho
I was five and seen a homicide, flashin' a red glow (Huh)
We got bags on every floor, we put gas in every throat
Tryna get bond on that body, he cried when they say hell no
I been tryna snatch that pussy up, 7.62s out a Hellpup
Just jump in, run the paper up, jump out before the feds come
I been kinda fucked up 'cause my nigga ain't really my... (Uh)
My bitch ain't really my... (Uh)
And my ho ain't really my, yeah
I can't let up no time soon 'cause this shit really my year
Don't tell nobody about your goal, they hate on what they fear
Your nigga ain't your nigga, shit go down, they ain't with you
I get messy and paint pictures, push up, tryna paint swiftly
I was seventeen, two weeks, I ran through like a light fifty
Push up with that switch in DC, can't go out like Shy Glizzy
I told gang we gotta grow up, lil' bro down, his time kickin'
I told gang he gotta show up, every time, he slidin' vis'
I want a nigga dead at 9:50, nigga, God is my witness
Pussy dissed me, then I posted up more than a hot snippet
Ooh
Ooh, nigga, I'm fly as fuck
Look at my bitch, nigga
Lot of niggas just love bad bitches
I love bad bitches, yeah, I love bad bitches
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break down an eight-hundred-dollar bag, make thirty-six
Damn, Lil Tony in his bag, nigga rich, still ridin' switch
Niggas broke, this shit be bad, can't buy a bike, still ride dick
Keezy movin' presidential, everything five tint
Ho done dropped the residential, damn near got lil' fire spinned
I can't speak on you, lil' bruh, but I know what mines did
Hope I don't catch niggas droppin' dimes, I'm droppin' times ten
Shouldn't have crossed me, buddy lost his mind and now I'm all in
Tony push up, Snoop Dogg to the smoke, all Gen
If I see bro, I'm gon' crash, I just hope I don't leave no dent
And I don't got no trust for niggas 'cause in the end, we all be sinnin'
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, grandma told you that one, didn't it?
Young and rich and still be spinnin', know it's wrong, but I be trippin'
We too deep, finish the mission, after, go pray for forgiveness
I don't really rap with none of these niggas 'cause they get 'round and they fake kick it
Dick-ridin'-ass nigga, no respect for no pick-me
Swag bag, nigga, don't touch me, I'm buyin' clean just like Whitney
Trash can a nigga's advance, I be blowin' billys
All these rap niggas really fake as fuck, Tony one of the realest
Can't fuck with me on my worst day, why would I compete with niggas?
Key, it's Key, Key
Gang, gang-gang-gang
Uh-huh, nigga, it's Key, nigga
We rich O.E., nigga, Key
(Canter, I fuckin' hate you)
