IPhone Xhulooo
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[Intro]
Ran it up, off a iPhone
Shawty pulled up on me, I got my mind blown
They gon' bite the swag, they be my clones
I could see 'em staring, got my ice on
Woah, yeah, got my ice on
Coolin' with my brothers, yeah, my slatts, yeah, my pythons
Go up for the dunk, like MJ with his Nikes on
Bet' not try, I got that K with a knife-on
Yeah, walk inside like Gates, I got 2 phones
Wait, I'm fried off this gas, don't know what you on
And I keep a couple old hundreds, like a group home
No, you bet' not try us, bet my brother make your tombstone (Aye, yuh)
[Verse]
Put 'em on a tee
I just got them diamonds, put them on my teeth
Choppa just like Cochise, underneath the seat (Hey)
Outside on my dole-y, bet' not think it's sweet
Spent a couple on this Roley, but no, time ain't cheap, aye
Smokin' on this good gas, walk in and I reek
Made that boy a pack, yeah
Now his bro in grief, uh
Plug hit my phone, said the pack in, it's complete (It's complete, yeah, it's complete, yeah)
(DJ Phat, fuck these niggas up)
(Slatt slatt, yeah-yeah, slatt slatt, yeah-yeah)
Ran it up, off a iPhone
Shawty pulled up on me, I got my mind blown
They gon' bite the swag, they be my clones
I could see 'em staring, got my ice on
Woah, yeah, got my ice on
Coolin' with my brothers, yeah, my slatts, yeah, my pythons
Go up for the dunk, like MJ with his Nikes on
Bet' not try, I got that K with a knife-on
Yeah, walk inside like Gates, I got 2 phones
Wait, I'm fried off this gas, don't know what you on
And I keep a couple old hundreds, like a group home
No, you bet' not try us, bet my brother make your tombstone (Aye, yuh)
[Verse]
Put 'em on a tee
I just got them diamonds, put them on my teeth
Choppa just like Cochise, underneath the seat (Hey)
Outside on my dole-y, bet' not think it's sweet
Spent a couple on this Roley, but no, time ain't cheap, aye
Smokin' on this good gas, walk in and I reek
Made that boy a pack, yeah
Now his bro in grief, uh
Plug hit my phone, said the pack in, it's complete (It's complete, yeah, it's complete, yeah)
(DJ Phat, fuck these niggas up)
(Slatt slatt, yeah-yeah, slatt slatt, yeah-yeah)
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