Rob49 - Phone Ringing lyrics
Rob49 [Robert Coleman Thomas] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rob49 - Phone Ringing lyrics]
Yeah
He pushin' fu' (Hahaha)
Yeah, man
Yeah
All his shit the same
I still sell ten p's every day (Yeah)
I still be on the food with
All my bitches in the A
(All my bitches in the A)
Yeah, I broke the law with
Lo, I got that bag
I couldn't wait
(Alright)
To put my niggas, sell
Two-fifty of that strong
Nigga
(Yeah)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I got away with it
And I don't know
(Shit)
Askin' 'bout 49, they set you straight
They got them golds in
(They got them golds in)
Millie got Amiri
(Yeah) , T Man got a . (T Man got a-)
I don't wan' talk no more on
This song, I still be thuggin'
I'm pimpin'
(Yeah)
Feel like my phone tapped
I don't even wan' talk to my big brother
(Talk to my big brother)
He gon' talk in court, but he take too long
He got that stutter with it
(Yeah)
Told him I'm gon' die behind this blood
I ain't them other niggas
(Alright)
He know this shit deeper
Still fuckin' on niggas bitches
(Yeah)
Still rockin' Amiri denim (Yeah)
I'm a schemer (Alright)
Still a demon (Alright)
I'm deceivin' (I'm deceiving)
[?] good, Cam good, my mama
Good, Kel good, [?] good
Kacey good
They know I don't give no fucks
They know I'm gon' die 'bout Lil
Roman if you play with him
They know I be workin' every
Day just like a Mexican
They know I'm gon' fuck her good
And kick her out my residence
And I got on Gucci kicks
They know where my [?] is
Pal Angel, Amiri denims, slim fit, T-Shirt
Left his ho around me
Feel like finders keepers
They know I'm gon' die about my blood
That's my people
And I still be dogging on my
Hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
Hold up, my phone ringin'
Trap callin', boom
Boom
I just took my chain off
49 tryna do somethin'
Niggas know my face card
I can get them loads in
Lo' good, lo' strong, lo' gone
Alright, crazy-ass, I wanna talk to niggas
I still be in my project
Every day still be trippin'
I still be gettin' them loads in
Loads gone for 'em
I still be in my, uh
Yeah, I don't know 'em
He pushin' fu' (Hahaha)
Yeah, man
Yeah
All his shit the same
I still sell ten p's every day (Yeah)
I still be on the food with
All my bitches in the A
(All my bitches in the A)
Yeah, I broke the law with
Lo, I got that bag
I couldn't wait
(Alright)
To put my niggas, sell
Two-fifty of that strong
Nigga
(Yeah)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I got away with it
And I don't know
(Shit)
Askin' 'bout 49, they set you straight
They got them golds in
(They got them golds in)
Millie got Amiri
(Yeah) , T Man got a . (T Man got a-)
I don't wan' talk no more on
This song, I still be thuggin'
I'm pimpin'
(Yeah)
Feel like my phone tapped
I don't even wan' talk to my big brother
(Talk to my big brother)
He gon' talk in court, but he take too long
He got that stutter with it
(Yeah)
Told him I'm gon' die behind this blood
I ain't them other niggas
(Alright)
He know this shit deeper
Still fuckin' on niggas bitches
(Yeah)
Still rockin' Amiri denim (Yeah)
I'm a schemer (Alright)
Still a demon (Alright)
I'm deceivin' (I'm deceiving)
[?] good, Cam good, my mama
Good, Kel good, [?] good
Kacey good
They know I don't give no fucks
They know I'm gon' die 'bout Lil
Roman if you play with him
They know I be workin' every
Day just like a Mexican
They know I'm gon' fuck her good
And kick her out my residence
And I got on Gucci kicks
They know where my [?] is
Pal Angel, Amiri denims, slim fit, T-Shirt
Left his ho around me
Feel like finders keepers
They know I'm gon' die about my blood
That's my people
And I still be dogging on my
Hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
Hold up, my phone ringin'
Trap callin', boom
Boom
I just took my chain off
49 tryna do somethin'
Niggas know my face card
I can get them loads in
Lo' good, lo' strong, lo' gone
Alright, crazy-ass, I wanna talk to niggas
I still be in my project
Every day still be trippin'
I still be gettin' them loads in
Loads gone for 'em
I still be in my, uh
Yeah, I don't know 'em