Chris Crack, Chuuwee - No Such Thing as Trap Phones lyrics

Yeah, bitch
You know where the fuck i had her at
Pussy boy

Uh we shouldn't get involved
If yo nigga know
Thats just off the principle
I don't want the karma
You can and go and bring some condoms
Let me know if that's a problem
We could smoke this marijuana
Save the drama for your momma (bitch)
We shouldn't get involved If yo nigga know
Just off the principle
I don't want the karma
You can and go and bring some condoms
Let me know if that's a problem
We could smoke this marijuana
Save the drama for your momma
Uh, it was snowing' and I
Told her kept it kosher
For the hoes wanna know
You can ask around, no cap and gown
I ain't go to school for this
You new to this college just a scam they let
You know this on exams
I let her know in advance
That she better have my whole advance
I had a plan it gon all make sense later
Gotta make it like like i'm shooting trays
I'm just a player from a privileged place
I was just newer face
Don't care what these losers make
Uh we just soes of different ages
I keep turning pages the more you win
The more that they gon' hate you
You better soak it up
And use that shit to yo advantage
Cause you dope enough
Two bitches so they can show for us

You kinda sexy baby
I wanna know if i can get
To you next to you baby
I'm tired of the stress baby
You know all the rest baby
I don't be on the net baby (uh, yeah)
I was really just discussing about
Getting those checks baby ooh Aye

I'm still smoking on obama (Boo Boo)
Been in the block inna' german piranha (ahhh)
I still spit in the face to arana
You took the stand and told on your momma
(ugh) imma be back in a minute
Gotta pick up some more ganja (yeah)
Bitch i manifested you
I saw imagine dance longed us
We both know why he bitch
He ain't gon' pull up in that charger (ugh)
Last time he seen you wit' me
He chunked deuce and said i'll holla you
Said you was you wasn't tho
You said you can't but was a hoe
Don't ask me about such and so
Won't kill him what he doesn't know
In the trenches tuckin chrome
I pull up when no one home
She tell me i can come and go
She leave a house key unda' door
She make it clap like thunder roll
Im finna get my fungus on
They hit me like a fucking pole
Im tryna' take her fuckin soul
Im dummy blowed hot box to bungalow
Shoulder cold it's one below
So I don't do no cuffin' hoe
Ass fat like muffin roll
I fold her in the couch
I hit a tuck and roll then up and go
And don't be sneak textin'
While that busters home

No creesh no
You said you wouldn't say nothin' creation
Barry im sorry creesh whats wrong your nose
Sorry barry sorry, creesh what are you doing
I'm sorry micah it was soudin
Good i thought i would
No creesh no go to the car go to the car