Hang Up Da Phone lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(ISO)
(Du-du)
Little b*tch, little b*tch
I'm in this ho' with KPreme (I'm in that ho' with KPreme)
I'm in that ho' with KPreme (Call my phone right now, hello?)
Beep
(Ayy, but if that n*gga call don't answer, you know what I'm sayin', I don't)
(You don't put me on Snapchat and all that sh*t)
(You know I don't f*ck with that sh*t)
Yeah (You know what I mean, lil' b*tch)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, beep

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch on the phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa (I'm in this b*tch with KPreme)
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
b*tch, I can't answer your call, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya
[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
(I'm in that b*tch with KPreme)
(Mixed the LV with the 'Preme)
(I mixed the LV with the 'Preme)
(Look at that G, look at me, what? Beep, what? Cash)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm in that b*tch with KPreme
Passing that ho to KPreme
I mixed the LV with 'Preme
I mixed the LV with 'Preme, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
All of my n*ggas, they grind
All of my n*ggas around
Shootin' at you and you down
Shootin' the shot in the round
Load up the round
Load up the round
Empty the round and you down
Empty the round and you down

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch on the phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa (I'm in this b*tch with KPreme)
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch on the phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya
[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
f*ckin' that b*tch when she call up
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch when she call up
She f*ck with the squad, ball up
All of my n*ggas from Harlem
f*ckin' that b*tch, f*ckin' that b*tch
Pass to KPreme, yeah, that my n*gga, yeah

[Verse 2: K$upreme]
Call up Cash Carti, we lit
I walk around with a stick
Walk in this b*tch like a lick
Walk in this b*tch like a brick
Walk in this b*tch like a brick
Walk in this b*tch like a brick
That lil' b*tch on my di*k
Just like a little tick
b*tch, get off of my di*k
I ride for my goons
We ride with them sticks

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch on the phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah
Hang up the phone, yeah, whoa (I'm in this b*tch with KPreme)
I cannot pick up my phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch on the phone, yeah
f*ckin' your b*tch then she call ya