Yung P. - Burner Phone

I heard that they hatin but they paper weight
Hit my burner phone if you really trynna conversate
Lil bitch trynna hit my line bitch I push all kinda weight
Money in my face its callin out so I cant contemplate
Gotta let her know im on the hustle and I cant go on dates
I was on my toes but shawty slippin like she on some skates
Open up the door I looked around and seen a different place
Money on my mind aint got the words to sit and conversate
This rap game bloody full of politics
Fuckin on a white bitch no colonist
I got cookie pack yeah im a botanist
I cant fuck with her cz she incompetent
Ima hit that road everyday till I get rich
Open up the bag and smell the weed stench
Bitch you know im drippin like a sink
Baby bottle rockin yeah my cup is full of pink
Daimonds dancin on the chain the colors make em blink
On my toes bitch cuz my pockets full of blues
Good smoke in the air bitch you sniffin purple hues
Gotta Keep it wit me I cant lose
You cant walk a mile in these off-whites
Bitch im livin cold you feel that frost bite
Early in the morning I cant sleep cz its a long flight
Man I swear this shit aint even hittn grabbed the wrong pint
I heard that they hatin but they paper weight
Hit my burner phone if you really trynna conversate
Lil bitch trynna hit my line bitch I push all kinda weight
Money in my face its callin out so I cant contemplate
Gotta let her know im on the hustle and I cant go on dates
I was on my toes but shawty slippin like she on some skates
Open up the door I looked around and seen a different place
Money on my mind aint got the words to sit and conversate
We dont gotta talk all of that shit just do it on sight
She been round the block bru that pussy like a bomb site
You cant step on these Balenci's bitch cz these is all white
Everytime I pull up she on go I call her green light
Baby what that cheese like
ruth chris eatin she took three bites
Gotta put it on the to get my team right
I Cant open up my grow at night cz that shit to bright
Bitch I feel like drizzy when I sip sprite
Trynna ride the wave cz she cant get right
I been pushin packs because I gotta
They dont treat your ass the same when you been ridin in that honda
Violence in the streets so I been ridin wit a lama
Perces got him sweatin like he sittin in a sauna
I heard that they hatin but they paper weight
Hit my burner phone if you really trynna conversate
Lil bitch trynna hit my line bitch I push all kinda weight
Money in my face its callin out so I cant contemplate
Gotta let her know im on the hustle and I cant go on dates
I was on my toes but shawty slippin like she on some skates
Open up the door I looked around and seen a different place
Money on my mind aint got the words to sit and conversate

Written by:
Norberto Cabrera-Martinez

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