Sickboyrari - Cellphone Dead lyrics

Bitch cellphones are dead
From 2 nights ago
Bitches looking at my face
Like they seen a ghost don't go back
But my niggas still go
Little chain fit in my pocket
I ain’t selling coke all black shades
Fresh up out the thrift store
I be posted, you can skate
Nigga, ain't no joke kickflips, heelflips
Nigga, rob your bitch
Terrace gang, bitch it's it
Trill like Nipsey
Tie my shoe strings, up tight before I hit a
Marijuana smooth
In the car, cruise in the dark
Late nights, Broad Street, we be posted up
Dark shades on creeping, pretty sluts
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
Deep pockets, I’m super broke, niggas jacking
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
With all the posey shit nigga you's a fag
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
With all the posey shit nigga you's a fag
Spit fire, flame
Nigga what's my fucking name?
Black Kray, he ain’t shit but a skate bitch
Fakey half cap heels nigga, in my sleep
Waking up around 1, party round at 12
Say "Black and Mild lit"
Talking to his bitch nice eyes, pretty skin
Hair in the wind
I’m just a skater ass nigga from the DMV
Dread head ass niggas, call me Skateboard T
Pussy popping, while she smoking cancer
Looking cool as fuck
Bopping with these bad sluts
Nigga what the fuck is up?
Fuck swagging, we be steezin
What the fuck is up?, bitch
Deep pockets, I'm super broke, niggas jacking
Super broke, niggas jacking
With all the posey shit nigga you’s a fag
Nigga you's a fucking fag
You be posing like a bitch with that shit