My Phone lyrics

[Chrous: Nued Maj]
b*tch roll my dope..
I had to turn off my phone
b*tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won't leave em lone
Swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b*tch she ain't got nothing on..
Supreme shirt & her thong
I told her leave that sh*t at home. (x2)

[Verse 1: Nued Maj]
b*tch roll my dope
Yea..
Cut my steak
Yea..
Po my 4
b*tch shake that ass
Yea..
Make that cash b*tch stack yo dough
I had to floss up my coat...
I put that stud in my nose..
Heard all that talk on the low
n*ggas plotting on my back, but I don't give a f*ck, cause I know that we on..
Ay
I heard yo b*tch play my songs
Ay
Drop off that dope, get it gone
Ay
Boo who , who did you wrong
Ay
Barbies from the valley , all they do is toot they nose and they cash out on clothes
Ay...
No they won't leave it alone..
Hollywood blowing strong..
Airplane mode on..
Bad b*tch, quote on..
She calling now, hol' on..
But I'm past gone....
Ay
b*tch I'm way past gone (x2)
Hit her once get her gone. Ay
b*tch I'm way past gone... (Yea)
[Chrous: Nued Maj]
[b*tch roll my dope..]
I had to turn off my phone
b*tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won't leave em lone
Swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b*tch she ain't got nothing on..
Supreme shirt & her thong
I told her leave that sh*t at home. (x2)
Supreme shirt & her thong
I told her leave that sh*t at home. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
She roll my dope..
& I just po'd up 4
I used to trap at the store
I point a finga them young n*ggas go!
I'm in the kitchen im over that stove
I'm whipping extras up outta that bowl, pretty lil thotties they play with they nose..
I cannot go no where without that pole..
Lil b*tch im winning
Don't eat no dennys, I might eat some bennys
Whole lotta bad b*tches on my agenda
Whole 100 Pounds at the spot ain't no chillin
I'm tryna run up a milli! I'm tryna f*ck up the ciity!
Then I wake up & go get it
All of my n*ggas they wit it
Pretty lil b*tches you know I got plenty
Thumb thru that cash & thrumb thru that cash..
All of my n*ggas yeah they bout a bag..
Rickys or Balmans I can't even sag..
These n*ggas pus*y they goin out sad..
Whole lotta keys in the spot; f*ck I look like I can't be pleasing no thot!
We pulling up just to see what ya bout
Jump out with choppas & air that b*tch out
[Hook: Nued Maj]
b*tch roll my dope..
I had to turn off my phone
b*tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won't leave em lone
Swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b*tch she ain't got nothing on..
Supreme shirt & her thong
I told her leave that sh*t at home. (x2)