Felt Through A Phone Line Songtext / Lyric

2 Cups

2 Blunts

Shorty ass tweaked

Don't be dumb



Wait hold on



Who the fuck is this on my line this time?



Broke bitch I ain't got a dime this time

Talking bout you pregnant, Girl you lying this time

Cause I know I strapped up

Boy it's real in the field so you know I'm strapped up



It's real when all the raw niggas getting clapped up

Know it's real when to own nigga getting clapped up

And he die right next to you

Turn the savage up, do a drill what he next to do



Boy that pole ain't real who you flexing too

Girl I just want some top, I ain't sexting you

See I'll pass on that, gas on deck, money 3 gas

I'll smash on that






Let them free spazz and I'll spazz on the track

I ain't never been a hoe, I'll blast on pap, on Pooh Bear

Knock Knock on your door like who there put

The pole to his face like you there



Try to move out the way take two there

Nigga I'm too real, Nigga it's too rare

Don't wanna cross a nigga like me hoe

Send shots I ain't talking about free throw

Smoke rock I ain't talking bout C4



He talking about keno, he talking about rocket man

Got me higher then a rocket man, 30 on me I'll pop it man

Ppg got a plug, no socket man, man that's gang

Niggas know how we rocking man, I ain't flodging man



Got Got like 17 pairs of trues right now in my closet(designer)

Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robins

2 cups, 2 blunts, 2 mollies

I do drugs shorty so ion even remember



The last time I fucked shorty

Talking about you pregnant you can get off my line

So you must be drunk shorty



Wait wait hold on

Who the fuck on my line this time?

A unknown number calling it's probably my P.O so I ain't gonna decline this time

Hello



(Pap you a bitch when I catch you imma nail you that's on my homie nigga)

What? Boy fuck yo homie nigga I'm in traffic right now with it on me nigga

So come get up it with me

Matter of fact

Where you at? Ima get up with you

Ion give a fuck who you with

They getting hit up with you

The ambulance pick you up they getting picked up with you

Cause I ain't missing not none of these

Nigga you ain't getting one you getting some of these

Nigga I do hits that shit fun to me

Nigga can't say shit about what he done to me

I got shot, my homie got changed right in front of me

Then Keno die (Keno) Then Munchy die (Munchy)

A couple niggas got hit up (boom)

And they lucky they ass still alive

So get off my phone

I don't know whats wrong

A nigga talking about he wanna do a song

I think he trynna set a nigga up

But you know I ain't going

Tell that fuck nigga leave me alone

Wait hold on



Who the fuck is this on my line this time?

What up bro they call me Mac

Man I'm trying get a feature

Well you know I'm finna tax nigga how much you got

I got 650

Nigga I need 7

Come on Bro work with me

Ight send it to western union

Send the beat to my email

Send it to my yahoo, I don't give out my gmail

I know a motherfucker know me from the old me I ain't even saying it like Imma OG

Put in work by myself nigga fuck 4 deep

Do a drill in with a bandana on fuck low key

Nigga we be so deep, on the block

Selling hard we pop out 3 o'clock

All the way to the grave yard

My brother told me

Work hard, play hard, got shells for these niggas that just wanna play hard

Wait hold on