Broke phone Veeze (Ft. LUCKI)

[Intro: LUCKI]
Hmm
That shit read, that shit read (Too gone, too gone)
Gang, gang, gang (I'm servin’ base, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)
Top speed, nigga, not ski
Wavy Navy, Oink Boys, you know what I'm talkin’ 'bout
Off a broke phone though, swear to God
Ayy, that shit read, that shit read (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: LUCKI]
That shit read two hundred thousand
I still know the rules, but in— ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That shit read two hundred thousand
I still know the rules, but in silence

[Verse 1: LUCKI]
I'll speak the truth, but the slimiest
No rules, but still a Mafia
Louis everything, but I'm proud of you
You can't turn a motherfucker against me 'til your dollars up
Codeine on the way, but I'm sober for the day
I woke up at 8 PM, how I made a hundred K?
I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe
Happened so fast, they thought I paid, bada-bing, bada-boom
I'm on drink like Cita’s son, but they feel me ’cause I'm Tune
I just hit a rapper ho, my bitch brought her in the room
Trackhawk tear up Beverly Hills, this a car not even meant for here
I got old-ass money, but that new shit got me here
Fuck everybody, everybody, everything, everything
Swear to God, like, I only wanna keep it that with you
Like, only that way (Gang)
You know what it is (Forget about it)