2 Phones

I got two phones

For the plug for the hoes

I got two bros, one in jail

One on road, she say I'm too cold

Gway fucking up the stove

I'm just too gone

I'm just too gone

Chanel, Gucci Gucci

Pull up in foreign and you know I'm with Uzi Uzi

I've been grinding from a juvie

She my down bitch

I put some lite up in a coochie

And she bad like she boosie

She my rachet sexy red

We fucking up the bed

Gang Gang throwing up the set

I say fuck you and ya friend

I'm in a Benz I don't need no friends

I don't need no

I got two phones

For the plug for the hoes

I got two bros, one in jail

One on road, she say I'm too cold

Gway fucking up the stove

I'm just too gone

I'm just too gone

You know I felt unusual on the come up

Rather be used then useless

I'm on a up

I used to pray for a 100

But that weren't enough

Them **** know where it's at

Yeah, it's up and it's stuck

She keep hiding my cup

I got love for my baby

But I'm love with the mud

I get pounds of the flour

And they ain't coming with dust

She say it's crazy what the boy he become...

Way too gone

I got two phones

For the plug for the hoes

I got two bros, one in jail

One on road, she say I'm too cold

Gway fucking up the stove

I'm just too gone

I'm just too gone