W.I.T.S - Phone Up !

Yeah, yep
You know what the fuck's goin' on bitch
Wits r.i.p
R.i.p
Everyday I smoke up
Everyday I toke up
Everyday I get up
Wondering what the fuck's good with my life? hold up
Everyday I wake up
They hear everything I say, hold up
Everyday I'm calling fonem
Everyday I'm calling fonem
Counting' more money, more numbers
Yeah
I'm finna need more thumbs
Yeah, yeah
Gettin' booed out, you ain't wit it
Nigga leave it to a thug! Ahah
Ahah
Everyday I pick the phone up and make a couple calls
Brrring ring
Everyday I pick the fucking phone up
Make a couple calls, yeah yeah yeah
Brrring ring
Everyday I pick the fucking phone up
Make a couple calls
Gotta bust a couple traps, nigga
Everyday I pick the phone up
Nigga bust a couple traps, call me
Traps
Everyday I pick the phone up
Nigga bust a couple traps, call me
Gotta bust a couple moves
Jumping on niggas that we can't concur with
She only fuck wit me, so that nigga, she curving
You tryna get wit her
Lil nigga you dirty
I'm tryna see the light from the dark
Move curtain
And god, I seen the light when the cop pulled us over
said "none of you are sober so get up out the car
Nigga get up out the car
And we got the gun cocks ready for the fiends when we pulling on the block
And we finna fucking pop em
He gone break rules, that gone cost em
His family said they lost em but we put em in coffin, yeah
Family said I'm playing with the law yeah I'm "playing with the law" and I do this shit often, yeah
I ain't like them, like denim
Ya, my squad might get em
Said he marked me, like, let em
Y'all might be my dinner
Eat
Y'all might be my dinner
Eat
Y'all gone see my vision
Y'all gone see my imprint
When I leave up upon this game
That I leave up upon this game
When I die, family sewn into the fame
When I die, angelic wings, bring me to heaven
Yeah
Heaven
When I die, angelic wings, bring me to hell
Yeah
Hell
When I die, angelic wings, bring me to heaven
Yeah
Heaven
When I die, angelic wings, bring me to hell
Yeah
Hell
Hell
When I'm gone die, when I'm gone fly, I don't give a fuck to know why
I don't give a fuck to know why
I don't give a fuck to know why
I don't give a fuck to know why
Everyday I smoke up
Everyday I toke up
Everyday I get up
Wondering what the fuck's good with my life? hold up
Everyday I wake up
They hear everything I say, hold up
Everyday I'm calling fonem
Everyday I'm calling fonem
Counting more money, more numbers
I'm finna need more thumbs
Ay
Gettin' booed out, you ain't wit it
Nigga leave it to a thug
Ahah
Ahah
Yeah ah ah
Yeah ah ah
You waited till last minute, ah ah ah
Last minute
I ain't wait till' last minute, ah ah ah
I ain't wait till last minute
I asked you soon as I met you girl, ah ah ah
Takin these drugs wit me girl, ah ah ah
Shaking these drugs wit me, you ain't gettin' in this bed wit me
You ain't gettin' in this bed wit me
You ain't takin' these drugs wit me, you ain't gettin' in this bed wit me
You ain't takin' these drugs wit me
Wits R.i.p

Written by:
Tyler Jones

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