Trap Phone Ye Ali (Ft. Constantine)

[Intro: Constantine]
I can't even say what I wanna say
All this drank got me in my zone, girl are you alone?
P. Soul on the track

[Chorus: Constantine]
Trap, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ap phone
Trap, ah-ah-ah, hit me on my trap phone
Trah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ap phone
Trah, ah-ah-ah, hit me on my trap phone

[Verse 1: Ye Ali]
I got the Sprint for Serena, Lisa got the Nokia
When I'm with my number one I turn my phone to no ringer
Them girls be textin' me crazy, I just hope that she don't read 'em
I don't say nothin' back, and I don't keep her no secret
Baby you just like a drug, I hit your phone for the re-up
I'm a slave for your love, I run that pussy to freedom
She a good girl in public, bad ting in private
Come fuck with me, we 'bout to smoke all the pollen
Got my hand on your thigh, baby girl you excited
You'll be grippin' the wheel, and I go down while you drivin'
She on a broke nigga diet, that's why she wanted to try me
I want you to have it all, ain't no reason to have it, so you know

[Verse 2: Constantine]
Where I be
You ain't even scared, you down to slide on it
I walk out to your car and get it poppin' in your backseat
'Til we fall asleep
Know this shit ain't safe but you never wanna leave me
Lay with you, I know you I don't deserve you but
I hit you off my trap phone
You stay on my mind when I'm trappin', trappin', trappin', trappin'
You be paranoid, just to pull up to the trah-ah-ah-ah-ap