Cell Boomin Maxo Kream (Ft. Father)

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Stains hit my phone cus I'm trapping like a bitch
Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3%
Don't be playin' on my line tell me what you tryna get
Hate when niggas want work but they ask to send a pic
I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick
I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss
Top Shoota Dun dodda nigga real ting diss
On Instagram thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics
Call your bitch make a flick hit again and call it quits
Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit
Servin' niggas fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap
Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep
All day juggin' on my trap phone
Gettin' on my my nerves switch to airplane mode
Selling hella drugs to a patient
Young nigga trappin' out the vacant

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams
You a petty little ho
Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands
Get the plug on the phone
If it ain't about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want
I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown
Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker
Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka