Tryna Figure Out Where My Phone At? ZelooperZ

Smoking chocolate, smoking chocolate

[Verse 1]:
Wake up in the morning boutta crack my chest
Run up on me better do your best
Badass bitch let me lick her breast
Tryna hit my blunt like cardiac arrest
My hand broke from reppin my set
When it comes to the money bitch more is less
Tryna touch this like Elliot Ness
Life too good don't need no vest
If you knew like I knew what this game'll do to you
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Look at all the bullshit I been through
Now when Danny come through we pull off in the coupe
Then I beat the pussy red like Moulin Rouge
"I didn't know it was your bitch, what you gon' do?"
Bothic, Rick Owen like Akon, thinking bout a Bentley like Faizon
Wouldn't facetime your bitch, look like canine
Big headed ass bitch looking like Hey Arnold!

(Hook):
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! Know you thinking bout me
Ooh! But what are you gon do?