10 Cellphones lyrics

[Intro]
That sh*t is so deep yo
That sh*t got my mind thinkin about a whole new other format, man
Know what I'm sayin?
All new sh*t Homie

Come on with the bullsh*t, man
You think another motherf*cka know what you need to do?
Ain't no purpose dog
It's money we born to f*ckin' die man
In the meantime, get money
f*ck a book man

[Hook: BIGBRUTHACHUBBA]
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back
Gotta get my momma out the f*ckin' trap
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back
Whippin up that chicken had a heart attack
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back
Lost ten packs gotta get 'em back
Ten cellphones bouncin' back to back
Finessin out the trap, finessin out the trap

[Verse 1: BIGBRUTHACHUBBA]
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back
I get it out the trap i get it out the trap
First time havin' sex I used Saran Wrap
Just a young n*gga that didn't give a crap
And if I see her I- I promise I'm gon' tap
Put em on the map I put em on the map
I smoke a mid blunt and then I take a nap
Forty rounds on (?)
Tap, tap, tap
[Hook]

[Verse 2: K$upreme]
Ten cellphones and they all jumpin
Talk crazy, big homies they gon' get you bumpin
Man these b*tches, yeah I swear, I can't never trust 'em
It's a dirty world so finesse in this life
Pray on the days on my gang they gon get (?)
Young, Young n*gga and I used the push to pack
Had to level up
Had to get my juggs
Had to take a cap
Ay, b*tch hoes finessin packs (I was)
Ten cellphones and they all jumpin
Trap line doin' f*ckin' numbers
And sh*t shootin up like Steph Curry
I finessed the b*tch yeah I had to play her dirty