Smartphone 2 Chainz

[Intro]
If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me
If True wasn't gone he would be right here with me
Rest in peace to my niggas from my block
And free all my niggas tryna get some guap
I'm screamin' "Free [?]" till he come home

[Chorus]
My nigga locked up with a smartphone
I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone
We some street niggas, we got next, bitch
I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

[Verse 1]
Yeah, understand, yeah, bust it down
I wanna see you dance bitch, bust it down
I ain't playin', hundred grand bitch, bust it down
I'm on a beast too
Gucci my feet too
Fuck around and buy a mink
I got Cuban on my links
I might pull up in a Brinks
On some rims and some tings
Give a fuck what you tings, think, 'bout
I'm in a big clean car
Dope in the sixteen bars
Recited by yours truly
Fuck that bitch playin' Gucci
That's ratchet as fuck
I told her "back it on up"
My jacket matching the truck
I got back in the [?]