I Phones Young Pappy

[Intro]
2 Cups, two blunts
The fuck is this? Shorty ass tweaking
Dopey-dopey-dope, wait hold on!

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is this on my line this time?
Broke bitch, I ain’t got a dime this time
Talking ‘bout you pregnant, girl, you lying this time cause I know I strapped up
Boy, it’s real in the field, so you know I’m strapped up
It’s real, all the wrong niggas getting clapped up
Know it’s real when your own nigga get clapped up, but he die right next to you
Turn your savage up, do a drill when he next to you
Boy, that pole ain’t real, who you flexing to?
Girl, I just want some top, I ain’t sexing you
Say I pass on that, gas on deck
93 gas, I smash on that
Let 'em free Spazz and I’ll spaz on a track
I ain’t never been a hoe, I’ll blast on Pep, on Pooh Bear
Knock, knock on your door, like “Who there?”
Put the pole to his face, like “You there!”
Try to move out the way and take two there
Nigga, I’m too real
Nigga, it’s too real
Don’t wanna cross a nigga like me, hoe
Send shots, I ain’t talking 'bout free throw
Smoke Rock, I ain’t talking 'bout C-4
“You talking 'bout Keno?”
“I’m talking 'bout Rocket, man!”
Got me higher than a rocket, man
30 on me, I’ll pop it, man
PBG got plug, no socket, man
Ask Bang, niggas know how we rocking, man, I ain’t flodging
Got like 17 pair of True’s right now in my closet
Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robin’s
Two cups, two blunts, two mollies, I do drugs, shorty
So I don’t even remember last time I fucked, shorty
Talm 'bout you pregnant, you can get off my line
So you must be drunk, shorty