Flip Phone lyrics

[Chorus]
I really came up off a flip phone
Yo b*tch tryna eat me up until my di*k gone
I been getting rich if you wonder what I been on
So many plays, just today, now, I'm just tryna get home
You too broke for yo b*tch, she need a rich di*k to sit on (G Major got beats)
I'm finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
And I get chose from these hoes, I ain't the type to go and hit on
A n*gga acting funny, I'ma cut him off and tell him, "Live on"

[Verse 1]
My neck and my wrist froze up, just like a icy
Big house, white neighbors, and I know that they don't like me
And if you think some' sweet, n*gga, why don't you come try me?
Peso rapping what he living, that's why n*ggas wanna sign me
And I keep 2 K's, n*gga, like my name is Ronnie
I got my family right in front and got my shooters right behind me
And if you talking out yo necklace, n*gga, it's gon' be a homi'
I was locked up in that cell with no bail, eating johnny's
And all my n*ggas loyal but for Peso they'll get grimy
These jealous n*ggas on my tip but they money looking tiny
These n*ggas say they looking for me, I don't think they wanna find me
I need some Bape from Private Stock, I'm finna hit my n*gga Donnie

[Chorus]
I really came up off a flip phone
Yo b*tch tryna eat me up until my di*k gone
I been getting rich if you wonder what I been on
So many plays, just today, now, I'm just tryna get home
You too broke for yo b*tch, she need a rich di*k to sit on
I'm finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
And I get chose from these hoes, I ain't the type to go and hit on
A n*gga acting funny, I'ma cut him off and tell him, "Live on"
[Verse 2]
The first time you freeze with the gun, I need my heater back
Snitch n*gga asking for fronts but I can't feed a rat
I can make a M in the hood, b*tch, I don't need to rap
I got this dirty stick, strapped in the cut, man, this b*tch need a bag
I'm tryna stretch a n*gga out on the ground, where my feet be at
I f*ck with real-deal Cartel Mexicans, where them keys be at
In the hood or the mansion, probably the only place you'll see me at
They pouring no-label drank in the cup, like, how you drinking that?
I think I burned up some dope, give it to Julo, he gon' bring it back
Put my hitter on a mission, he told me, "That's an easy task"
And if the rap sh*t die down, I'm posted where the fiends be at
I got my old plug hit my phone like, "Where the P's be at?"

[Chorus]
I really came up off a flip phone
Yo b*tch tryna eat me up until my di*k gone
I been getting rich if you wonder what I been on
So many plays, just today, now, I'm just tryna get home
You too broke for yo b*tch, she need a rich di*k to sit on
I'm finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
And I get chose from these hoes, I ain't the type to go and hit on
A n*gga acting funny, I'ma cut him off and tell him, "Live on"