​iPhone 6 lyrics

[Intro]
(Fredo Bang & *Da Real Gee Money* )
IPhone 6
Juugin', I'm juugin' off this iPhone 6
Juugin', juugin'
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6
*JUUG!*
Say thug... ay, um
*You know*
Pull around the back, mane
*Come roun' there.*
You, know, yeah. I don't serve in the front
*Nuh-uh.*
Nah
*Say, who that is?
Ay, ay, where you goin'?!*

[Chorus: Da Real Gee Money & Fredo Bang ]
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
[Verse 1: BLVD Mel]
Hello? Hello? Who is this? (f*ck is this?)
Got lil' Fredo wit me yeah he do his sh*t (he do his sh*t)
BLVD Die-hard we with the sh*ts (we with the sh*ts)
If a n*gga play with youngin he get split (pah)
Gee Money out the roof with the di*k (brrrrrr)
Murder 1, homicide, this whole clique (this whole clique)
And I'm still booming off the i6 (i6)
Trap phone doin' number that's a brick (that's a brick)
Hello, hello, hello?

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Fredo!
b*tch I'm Fredo Bang
Listen wit ya ear (Yuh, yuh yuh!)
Pharmaceuticals, I'm livin' off of pills (I'm eatin' good!)
pus*y talkin' messy, I could get it clear (Huh?)
Hit up Mel, bullets rip 'em from the rear (Drrrrrr)
I got tabs, I got bars, I got lean (b*tch I keep it!)
I keep a rod, murder run-up in my jeans (b*tch I keep it!)
I hit the parish, I am trippin' in them bars (Nah!!)
Gee Money caught a sale, I make bail, f*ck the charge (I'm flashing out!)

[Chorus: Da Real Gee Money & Fredo Bang ]
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
[Verse 3: Da Real Gee Money]
Da Real Gee Money, you know
Flexin' and finessin', b*tch I'm juggin' in yo section (Juug!)
Serve it to you raw but I can't come without my weapon (Never!)
Don't f*ck with too many I run with the same n*ggas (Squad!)
Try to throw across and I'm bussin' ya brain n*gga (Brapp papp pap)
I pop tabs, not no bars (Yea!)
Never slippin', keep my rod (I keep it!)
Just in case, it's on my waist (Huh?)
I promise you won't make it far (Nah!)
Fredo trappin' out the back (Trap!)
Juugin tryna flip the pack (Juug!)
I'm in the front, with my gun
Tryna see who I could jack

[Verse 4: YMM Captain]
Let me get 'em, Gee
Look
Juggin' and finessin'
Comin' back from Texas
Got a yeah with the yeah told me meet him off [?]
Other line jumpin' (Brrrt!)
n*gga b*tch say she want sex me
But I can't say her name cause this tax season she gon' bless me (Shh)
HELLO?
This the plug
I done made a plug order
50,000 dollar bond
On the run from drug charges
XD, I love 40's
If it's war, I got guns
Would have been went and got Kwan, if he woulda had a bond (Run it up!)
[Chorus: Da Real Gee Money & Fredo Bang ]
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
Dumb!
I'm boomin' off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
I'm juggin' off this Android, b*tch (Dumb!)
Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick( Dumb!)
I'm on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)