Featuring Tha City Paper
(Intro)
Yea
You know who it is, nigga
Motherfuckers see the paper, nigga
This that Cash Bill record shit nigga
Real nigga shit nigga
Haters get fucked up, nigga
Big boy choppas
(Verse)
My uncle Bud drank Buwise
I won’t do no drugs but pot
He be blowin my phone up
Like every day I want lunch out
Fish scale, I’m a Pisces, I’m trapped out in these white t’s
I’m just thumbing through the check
Came out lookin for a Nike
Courtside, Spike Lee
Bitch I’m a dawg, Mike V
I’m in the hood, Ice Cube
With that coco, Ice T
Barred doors and blue pits
I see cotton and 2 bricks
Dope fiends gon damn near die just after toon hits
I’m fuckin up my mama pots
Running hot, my mama spot
Bitch fucked up and my mama there
But fuck that, my mama not
I told yall out there, whole of yall
This soda bottle what got him shot
A man just in my drop and my forger clean on twilight
You just going to court (it’s on)
And tell it should be short (come on)
I’m grinding, ain’t got no choice
Still paying this child support
These hoes I’ve been missing
So I went to the club (leggo)
No club like damn I’m trippin
What the fuck have I just done? (hold up)
(Hook)
Last night got crazy
Everybody got guns
Everybody start shootin
Everybody had to run
Bitches started making movies
Everybody got some
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Last night got crazy
Everybody got guns
Them scales and a trap phone –everybody got one (ball)
(Verse)
I don’t know what I done
But please Lord forgive me
Woke up with a hangover, no bullets in my semi
Hunneds of missed calls, about 20 from Buck
50 from my baby mommas
Both of em what the fuck
20 calls from Keisha, text message from Lisa
Young bitch right beside me
Guess she right here when I need her
I ask that hoe what happened
And no, this ain’t no rap song
She told me I need to slow down
Use yo skill and yo trap phone
I told her thanks a million, can’t move without no scale
But why I got a half a brick in the indigo hotel?
My bank roll feel lighter, I spent one of yall, re-up
I’m to yall 9 piece, nigga stash money, speed up
Niggas reppin that cash ville
I fuck with em, we all grinders
And I don’t remember shit
Last night had the Alzheimer’s
Ball til I die, I guess that make it tragic
This purp got me exhaling, miss Angela Bassett, ball
(Hook)
Last night got crazy
Everybody got guns
Everybody start shootin
Everybody had to run
Bitches started making movies
Everybody got some
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one
Last night got crazy
Everybody got guns
Them scales and a trap phone –everybody got one (ball)
(Outro)
Yea, these niggas talkin all this shit
Talkin bout they trappin this, that and the other
I don’t even see these niggas out here man
You feel me? We using flow scales and shit, you feel me?
Bills and everything, that’s all
Trap phones boomin, 6 phones
We throwin away a phone every week
You feel me?
You might only see a nigga with one phone at a time
Ain’t no tellin, know how we get down
You feel me?