Maxo Kream, Father - Cell Boomin lyrics

Stains hit my phone cus I'm
Trapping like a bitch
Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3%
Don't be playin' on my line tell
Me what you tryna get
Hate when niggas want work but they
Ask to send a pic i got pounds
I got zips but I could never serve a nick
I got rounds
I got clips and I could never shoot and miss
Top Shoota Dun dodda nigga real ting diss
On Instagram thottin' hoes
Sendin' naked pics
Call your bitch make a flick hit
Again and call it quit's
Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit
Servin' niggas fake bricks
Remixed with packs, sell it cheap
Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep
All day juggin' on my trap phone
Gettin' on my my nerves
Switch to airplane mode
Selling hella drugs to a patient
Young nigga trappin' out the vacant

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams
You a petty little ho
Three pounds of the gas going
For the five bands get the plug on the phone
If it ain't about the hunnids nigga
What the fuck you want
I might ship it out to Cali
While you smokin' home grown
Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker
Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka

Stop playin' on my phone
Aye you at the crib
Bitch I'm always fucking home
Best had text 'before you come
Nigga you don't know me
Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey
Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motarola
Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola
Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita hola
Yeah I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola
Damn that was ignorant
Going to blame it on my pigment
Niggas think they see me but
They only see a figment
Habitual bitch-getter, pick of the litter
Nigga how the hell you figure you better?
You the type of nigga take
A bitch leave the cheddar
I'm the type of nigga get
The money get her wetter
Need more provolone, nigga need feta
Need to leave that ho alone, nigga do better

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams
You a petty little ho
Three pounds of the gas going
For the five bands get the plug on the phone
If it ain't about the hunnids nigga
What the fuck you want
I might ship it out to Cali
While you smokin' home grown
Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker
Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka

Stupid bitch hit my phone askin'
Can I front a sack
Told that petty little ho she
Could never call me back
Only time I text a ho when
I'm feenin for some cat
But I could never let the pussy
Come between me and the trap
On vyvanse, on molly I could never take a nap
Open 24 7 come and get it asap
Even sell flatscreens got a couple Apple Macs
Got so many guns that I even sell straps
Middle fingers to the laws put
It all on Snapchat
Only use this phone to trap so
I don't got a lotta apps
Got 3 different numbers tryna
Dodge a wire tap get the weed from amigo
Get the xans from the japs
All day trappin' like a fool
My little brother movin' packs after school
Sellin' hella drugs to a junkie
Young nigga juggin' cross the country

Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams
You a petty little ho
Three pounds of the gas going
For the five bands get the plug on the phone
If it ain't about the hunnids nigga
What the fuck you want
I might ship it out to Cali
While you smokin' home grown
Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker
Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka