Phone Lit - Freddie Gibbs

Hello?

Got my, got my lit

Got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

Got my, got my, lit

Yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah, yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah, yeah

Got my, got my, lit

Yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah, yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah

Got my phone lit

Yeah, yeah

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

I can hear the stripper

Once I give her to my niggas, my feelings’ll make her bitter

Type of bitch that makes average niggas change up their livin'

Trickin', 'bout to run up the credit, max out the limit

Coke and marijuana, that molly I’m out here with it

Plus my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins

Diamonds, diamonds, coppin', I profit on opposition

And my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins, yeah

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

Yeah, they say the real niggas never die

I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead

I went by baby, it was candy red

I put that there my mama, I can get you ahead

I put that there on my mama, streets’ll never forget you

Them niggas basic, to hit you, boy, they was soft as tissue

Rolled up with so many choppas lookin' like a militia

Chopper go pop, ain’t no snitches, my niggas know the business

Yeah, she know the business and that pussy hit me like wow

Stuck in the cell, I wish I had that pussy right now

I like to see it, I don’t need it with the lights down

Your nigga trippin', tell that pussy nigga pipe down

Sellin' yola, heads or tails, sold it like Bobby Brown

Maserati Michael Bivins, nigga, that new edition

Pray my baby never end up payin' for my decisions

Treat her different is you used to my type of livin'

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to 'em one time

Tickets on my phone line

We gon' break it down, middle finger to the one time

Give it to me one time

Once I put it down, girl, I bet you’ll love me long time

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

Fuckin' up the town, got my phone lit

Got my phone lit

I done touched down, got my phone lit

Rollin' up a blunt

You don’t even… I thought you don’t even smoke no more

Nah I smoke sometimes, I just don’t, I don’t drink

See I don’t even know this person, 'cause when you was out of the country you

was completely a sober person