Siri (feat. 2 Chainz)

Mike WiLL Made-It

I can't trust my iPhone

I can't trust these bitches

Haters prayin' for my downfall

At least they're religious

People in hell they want rainfall

Your bitch just want these digits

I feel like I'm on her payroll

How she pay my ass a visit

We put both our phones on silent

Both our phones on silent

I only answer for my ****, careful what I dial on

Man, my house ain't got no house phone

My flip phone is a chip phone

Got a pre-paid and that bitch on

But still I use my bitch phone

'Cause I can't trust my iPhone

I can't trust my SIM card

I got Siri talkin' dirty to me

Tryna make my dick hard

I got Tunechi on my ring tone

My children on my home screen

I choke you with the phone charger

Sold more crack than my phone screen

Let's go

Fur floor mats I'm bare feet, ****

100K a week, that's a bad week, ****

I could sell dogs to a cat freak, ****

Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, ****

But you never know, but you never know

**** sell you coke and it wasn't coke

Hang him off the bulidng and let him go

That's how you make a statement that they should quote

I seen death around the corner, and I live right by the corner store

I'm a Hot Boy, I'll burn your hand, I'm a real-life untouchable

I run the show, I run the show

Sell anything but my soul

And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs that touch my wrist come with buttonholes, for real

Smokin' on the good, killin' these hoes

Like Blair Underwood

Rest in peace my daddy rabbit

I swear to his lucky foot ever since he died of jealousy

I've been looking for a cure

You see my daddy had that work

Now they watch his son get to it

And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls

If **** buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em

Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em

You need more? Just call my hoe, I gave her phone number to 'em

'Cause you know I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna

Painted period red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid

Let's go

I can't trust my iPhone (Nope)

.44 on my thigh bone

You can have the eye of the tiger, I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on

Ok fussin' with my red bone (Bitch)

Hang up when my high gone

Ball till I fall and when I do them hoes gon' pile on

Ugh, assault rifle

Now mouth off

Some **** make it all the way to the top and ball too hard, then bounce off

Like my homeboy let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong

Almost beat that hoe to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him

'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for him

I keep running out on 'em

Everybody gotta eat

Just try not to leave the mouse crumbs

2-2-3, right here

This'll keep the whole house warm

Then I skate my one of my hoes house

Girl, I gotta use your house phone

'Cause she know

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds

Cocaine party, 28-gram buffet

Turn your block into a police ambulance parade

Let's go

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo!)

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah)

Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, yeah

Hello (Hello)

Most of my **** from the ghetto (Ghetto)

Through the concrete, grew a rose

Pedals smellin' like gun metal (Bah!)

Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah)

My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah)

My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend, my girlfriend, she think she special (True)

I'm whippin' and flippin' the extras

Fucked that bitch off a text message

You know what it is when you fuck with the kid, I got medicine all in my beverage

Look at your watch, it say my time

They callin' my phone like a hot line

I'm about to switch the shit up (Shit up)

Got a Metro for my thot line (What?)

Gotta crip walked on the outside

With the same color apartheid

On the phone kickin', pimpin', you know I surround that bitch up with a chalk line

Whoa, Siri backwards spell Iris

I ring, iPhone, don't work on this island

AK smilin' as I pose for a brick

All these bad hoes in here we need a pole in this bitch

It's the quicker picker upper, I cut that bitch like a machete

I might overdose on shrimp scampi in a tele

I'm like I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, yeah

Let's go

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds