Phone Ringing

All the shit the same I still sell ten Ps everyday

I still be on the phone with all my bitches in the A

I broke the law with Lo I got the bag I couldn't wait

Put my **** on sell two-hundred fifty of that strong ****

Who they talking 'bout?

How you got away with it I don't know?

Ask you bout forty-nine it set you straight

They got them bows in

Milly got Amiri

T man gotta shhh

I won't talk no more next song I still be bettin' on bitches

Feel like my phone tapped I don't even wanna talk to my big brother

He gon' talk in code but he take to long he got that stutter with him

Told him I'm gon' die behind his blood I ain't them other ****

He know this shit deeper still fucking on **** bitches'

Still rocking New York denim

I'm a schemer

Still a demon

I'm deceiving

Skylar good Cam good my momma good Kell good

Six good, Casey good

They know I don't give no fucks

They know I'ma die behind lil Roman

If you play with him

They know I be working everyday like a Mexican

They know I'ma fuck her good and kick her out my residence

And I got on Gucci kicks they know what my fetish is

Balmain Amiri denims slim fit t shirt left his hoe around me feel like finders keepers

They know I'm gon' die bout my blood that's my people

And I still be dogging all my hoes cuz I don't need em

Hold up my phone ringing

Trap calling boom-boom

I just took my chain off

Fool new tryna do sum

**** know my face card I can get them loads in

Load good, load strong, load gone