Private Phones FBG Goat & Young Thug

[Intro: FBG Goat]
Yeah
It feel like it was [?]
(We got London on the track)
It feel like [?]
(L-O-H got the sauce, boy)

[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
I just lost my cousin, they left his body on sight
Now who can I talk to when things ain't right?
Tryna get these demons out my head like po-lice
Step on the floor with my daughter, damn, I remember them cold nights
Never could I ever swap deals with the devil
Show no love for no ho, nah
I keep a rose gold extendo on my Glock when I hop in that Ghost, yeah
Popping percocet tens 'til I lose my mind
I wish I could see Katherinе one more time
Now I combinе two cups, every day I pour up
I just lost my uncle, found out my daddy was on dust
But I still got love for you
Yeah

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah
Just telling all facts, know what I'm sayin'?
No cap in our raps
Slatt business, bands