Markie Beatz - Trap Phone (feat. Hood Rese & Bxgg Hurt)

I Made a couple bands off this trap phone
I can't even touch the crib , til this pack gone
I'm up til early in the morning
While u sleeping and u snoring
Yo bitch done snuck up out the house
To get this bad bone
Too much weight up on your shoulders u need some knee pads
Yo bitch done chose a real one u can't be mad
She gotta bubble on back I saved her as the peach emoji
Told her call me when she horny
Cus her conversation borning
Oooohhh yeah bitch I'm HER , gotta short body but I'm perfect for them curves
Expensive frangrance on this some creed not curve
It's a good pussy day . Baby make something shake
I just left the crib with a new plan
Relock the dope imma hit it with a new blend
Auntie on the phone and she say she got them blue in
Keep triple K's like I'm hanging with the Klux Klan
We can get it cracking boy I ain't never been a hoe
Keep stupid chops with attachments and a scope
We gone lay a nigga down I ain't never been a joke
Don't compare me to yo nigga , cus yo nigga really broke
Why his prices low cus that nigga shit stepped on
Why he looking broke cus that P.U.A check gone
Need another number I done broke another trap phone
geek in the trap cooking' raw with no mask on
This money bulging through my pockets I need some new pants
Baby barely had a torso she was all ass
She laughing thinking it's a joke with her rude ass
She said Beezy you so funny , with ur cool ass but
Baby , If u hop u in my car , how would ur boo last?
Second through Never mind , she a boot ass
Got this Glock up on my hip ,
Sittin in my uncle Mike
Let a bitch say it twice n she gone know somn
Go head play yo game , cus loaded off them thangs
Got this pipe I'm off the shits , I'm gone blow somn
I took Xanny, shit I feel like Rollie polli olli-
ummhmm
Fighting sleep , too much money I can't hold it hold it hold it
Ummhmm-
If she got ass , then I'm on it on it on it
Tap in , trap phone steady goin goin goin
Trap phone buzzin, steady doing numbers
Ice cream man like C-Murders brother
Bad muhfucka
Shut yo mouth
I only chase money I don't chase no clout
Piss on a muhfucka grave disrespectful
Better stay quiet when them people come arrest you
You ball cause I let you
Youngin's come and get you
Bullets to the heart make a nigga feel special
Use no discretion, I say what I want
Gang signs in your face you can trip if you want

Written by:
Markie Dudley

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