Lil House Phone, BabyTron, StanWill - Shitty Phone lyrics

BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[Lil House Phone, BabyTron, StanWill - Shitty Phone lyrics]

I just turned a Visa to a hunnid bands
And with a Visa, I can do a hunnid scams
If I hit a hunnid readers
That’s a hunnid jams
And if I make a hunnid posts
Jugged a hunnid hams
Made a hunnid last year, Wilt Chamberlain
Blake Griffin in the pussy, I'll bang a bitch
And that little chain you got
On some stainless shit
Bro Harden with the pot
He ain't making grit's
Doing fire with the Visas like I'm Charmander
Goldberg self-scamming, I'm a card slammer
I can’t love you, lil' bitch
I’m a heart cracker
If he don't fall for the jugg
He's a smart bastard

Aye, you know I’m all about
My chicken like some Popeyes
And my bitch got an eyepatch like Left Eye
They be like, "Damn
Why this nigga get so damn fly?"
Reachin' for my chain
Turn that nigga to a dead guy
I'm with Baby Tron
Lil' nigga with a baby nine
Yo bitch a Civic and my bitch Mercedez fine
I’m in the cat transforming like I'm Megatron
My nigga say you trap, boy that's cap
We know you lyin’
Aye, I’m with Stan Will and you
Know he pullin' scams still
Man made pills from a lab in the damn hills
Tell me how that feel
You can't even make a grand still
And I'm playin' with them drums
Like a band still

Huh, ayy and I’m playing with them drums
Like a marching band strapped up
Got more sticks than the Army man
Hit the Runtz and I turned to a Martian man
And if it hit, boy
We gon’ use the card again
Ayy, we gon’ slide that bitch two times
On me now for every number in my shoe size
Niggas fake, bitches snakes
Seen it through my two eyes
And we gon’ check his temperature like he
And to them niggas wave ridding
Tell ‘em cowabunga
Caught him working drive-thru but
Now he punching? To the hoes I wasn’t shit
But now he’s something
Got yo bitch riding dick, going howdy on it

Pass this lil’ bitch a lasso
Mean-mugging up in Saks, I’m a asshole
Finna slide with this punch like a Smash Bro
The Goose parka white
Looking like a lab coat
In the kitchen cooking up like a evil genius
If she tell me pull up
Then I’m bringing penis
392, shit, you ain’t seen the Demon
Having withdrawals from scamming
Boy I need a Visa
Don’t need a reason to put ‘em up-up
The four got me energized like a Chug Jug
Huh, I got a vendor up on Tele'
That’s the punch plug huh, I keep a stick
Like I’m playing putt-putt

Been on torch mode, I’m a pyro slider
Caught him caping in his songs
He’s a dying liar
And yo wave burnt out, you a dying fire
Caught him in the whip, blew it up
And now there's a flying tire
350s on my feet, boy, the kicks reflective
Hit her one time then I
Left yo bitch neglected
Really thought he was demon then
Got sent to Heaven no cap
He got hit with fourteen different weapons
Blowing up like they hit us
With the noob tube
I don’t build shit but I let the tools loose
Funny how I’m upping hammer but
I’m knocking screws loose
Hit the pot with some super drop
Now it’s moon juice

Huh smoking on some shit
It’s called "Saturn's Rings"
This bitch a motherfucker
Wait till I add the beam
Jugging in my Bron jersey
I’m a scamming king
Freaky-ass girl got my soul snatched for free
Bitch thirsty for a ring
I’ma call her "Gollum" it’s a movie night
Seen a cornball and popped him
And if it’s up then it’s stuck
Guarantee I drop him and if I see a opp
I’ma let the rocket chop him
Huh, oh shit, I mean the chop will rock him
Cut into this lil’ bitch, I am not Baraka
Terminator shit, the choppa stop a choppa
Off White turban on, I'm Otrona Laden
Huh, oh shit, I forgot the BIN
Scam wiz, I done memorized a lot of pins
I am not Cactus jack, chop sock his chin
Used to not touch the net, now I’m on the rim
Nah, for real, Vince Carter, I can honey dip
Tap in on the 'Gram, I’ll make yo money flip
Two hunnid 201s, this a punchy trip
Before I got brain
Thought she was a dummy bitch

Dummy bitch left her car
You know I grabbed it bitch ask me do I love
Her? I was flabbergasted
Baby say she want my heart
But she cannot have it
I used to look up to niggas
Till I blew past ‘em
These bitches making me mad
She got my blood boilin’
And I’m with the Shitty Boyz
Like I missed the toilet
Niggas say you want beef then
I’m really on it
And the Glock got a condom put a jimmy on it
You chasin’ pussy when the
Money was really important
I’m tryna get a foreign whip
I’ma get that bitch imported
That nigga thought he had the money
But that shit was shorted
And I just fucked an ugly bitch
And her name was Morgan

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