Cell Boomin (feat. Father)

Stains hit my phone 'cause I'm trappin' like a bitch

FaceTimin' with the plug but my phone on three percent

Don't be playin' on my line, tell me what you tryna get

Hate when **** want work but they ask to send a pic

I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick

I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss

Top Shotta, Don Dada, ****, real ting diss

On Instagram, thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics

Call your bitch, make a flick, hit again and call it quits

Metro, fuck a Sprint, no location on my shit

Servin' **** fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap

Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep

All day juggin' on my trap phone

Gettin' on my my nerves, switch to airplane mode

Sellin' hella drugs to a patient

Young **** trappin' out the vacant

Stupid little bitch, wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundos, ****, what the fuck you want?

I'ma ship it out of Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off, trappin' like a muthafucker

Karo a whole pint, serve it to a dumb sucka

Stop playin' on my phone

Aye, you at the crib, bitch, I'm always fuckin' home

Best had text 'before you come, ****, you don't know me

Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey

Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motorola

Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola

Speak a little Spanish, yeah, mamacita hola

Yeah, I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola

Damn, that was ignorant, gonna blame it on my pigment

**** think they see me, but they only see a figment

Habitual bitch-getter, pick of the litter, ****

How the hell you figure you better?

You the type of **** take a bitch, leave the cheddar

I'm the type of **** get the money, get her wetter

Need more provolone, **** need feta

Need to leave that ho alone, ****, do better

Stupid little bitch, wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundos, ****, what the fuck you want?

I'ma ship it out of Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off, trappin' like a muthafucker

Karo a whole pint, serve it to a dumb sucka

Stupid bitch hit my phone askin', "Can I front a sack?"

Told that petty little ho she could never call me back

Only time I text a ho when I'm feenin' for some cat

But I could never let the pussy come between me and the trap

On Vyvanse, on Molly, I could never take a nap

Open twenty-four-seven, come and get it ASAP

Even sell flatscreens, got a couple Apple Macs

Got so many guns that I even sell straps

Middle fingers to the laws, put it all on Snapchat

Only use this phone to trap so I don't got a lotta apps

Got three different numbers tryna dodge a wiretap

Get the weed from a Migo, get the Xans from the Japs

All day trappin' like a fool

My little brother movin' packs after school

Sellin' hella drugs to a junkie

Young **** juggin' cross the country

Stupid little bitch, wanna front on five grams

You a petty little ho

Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands

Get the plug on the phone

If it ain't about the hundos, ****, what the fuck you want?

I'ma ship it out of Cali while you smokin' home grown

Phone goin' off, trappin' like a muthafucker

Karo a whole pint, serve it to a dumb sucka