Telephone - NO DJ
Lyrics
Ayo Get That…
The Phone Nigga
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
In my zone, I cruise fuck up these beats
Pit bull off the leash I'm dying to drop and release
Heat flames, no time for the games
Pull up kill it scorch silence these lames
My name elite, range unique
This lane I seek to gain I speak
Volumes with my actions, not with the drama and talk
Get to this money not wasting my time it's time that I really go off
Boss shit, I grind flex
Never stress I sign checks
Respect I need, gimme the shit I deserve
Show me a sign of mixed vibes I'm pulling out ready to swerve
Get curved for games, I skirt and change
Divert attain, assert exchange
Energy I get, returning it right to the source
Think you stopping my hustle, nigga I'm coming full force
Exhaust I speed, cruise with ease
Getting more lit with time I shine with lines, shit is a breeze
Got the keys to success, all I see is wins
They say I'm going hard but all I did was begin
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Damn right the whip orange peel
Sweet life when your watch worth a quarter meal I bought it still
This shit like a gangsta grillz
Just the draco or the tec
Big steppin' to where them niggas chill
Tried to max the foreign out
Record the drip It's safe while trapping with the stick we with the shits
The plug comes with doubles grips
Still spinning after shit settle
Blacked out my bezel
Rose gold cuban link fatigue I'm a rebel
Stripes on this cat I be riding in a devil
Pistol & my stash nigga chasing him a bag
When you getting money fuck the bitches that you had
LV trainers that's a four digit tag
House on my wrist when I brought it they was mad
Strictly to the cash haters talking out they ass
Wishing that had all this money that I have
Now that could make the trap work
To the point real shit a couple stack worth
Now that could make the trap work
To the point real shit a couple stack worth
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Ayo Get That…
The Phone Nigga
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
In my zone, I cruise fuck up these beats
Pit bull off the leash I'm dying to drop and release
Heat flames, no time for the games
Pull up kill it scorch silence these lames
My name elite, range unique
This lane I seek to gain I speak
Volumes with my actions, not with the drama and talk
Get to this money not wasting my time it's time that I really go off
Boss shit, I grind flex
Never stress I sign checks
Respect I need, gimme the shit I deserve
Show me a sign of mixed vibes I'm pulling out ready to swerve
Get curved for games, I skirt and change
Divert attain, assert exchange
Energy I get, returning it right to the source
Think you stopping my hustle, nigga I'm coming full force
Exhaust I speed, cruise with ease
Getting more lit with time I shine with lines, shit is a breeze
Got the keys to success, all I see is wins
They say I'm going hard but all I did was begin
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Damn right the whip orange peel
Sweet life when your watch worth a quarter meal I bought it still
This shit like a gangsta grillz
Just the draco or the tec
Big steppin' to where them niggas chill
Tried to max the foreign out
Record the drip It's safe while trapping with the stick we with the shits
The plug comes with doubles grips
Still spinning after shit settle
Blacked out my bezel
Rose gold cuban link fatigue I'm a rebel
Stripes on this cat I be riding in a devil
Pistol & my stash nigga chasing him a bag
When you getting money fuck the bitches that you had
LV trainers that's a four digit tag
House on my wrist when I brought it they was mad
Strictly to the cash haters talking out they ass
Wishing that had all this money that I have
Now that could make the trap work
To the point real shit a couple stack worth
Now that could make the trap work
To the point real shit a couple stack worth
Bitch they gone hit this phone
In da streets, niggas got it on they own
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get it all alone
Writer(s): Justin Strickland, Keenen Cherry
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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