2 Phone Jack Coast Contra

[Intro]
Ain't no come ups on the fifth
You ain't come up on the fifth
It was fo' men in the fifth
It was Bruh-Man in the fifth
Ain't no calling up the clique
If you calling, we gon'—

[Chorus]
Baby, move like that, we gon' get this shit jumpin'
Mob like that, they gon' think this shit jumpin'
Two-phone jack, niggas always call for somethin'
No chit-chat, boy, that talk is good for nothin'
Move like that, we gon' get this shit jumpin'
Mob like that, they gon' think this shit jumpin'
Two-phone jack, niggas always call for somethin'
No chit-chat, boy, that talk is good for nothin'

[Verse 1]
Shut the fuck up, ho, I'll call you back
Keep blowin' up my phone, that's a two-phone jack
Don't be hitting up my line, talking 'bout, "Where you at?"
Tryna hit me with that bullshit 'cause you're enduring shit

[Verse 2]
You call me more than my mama, don't want no drama
This not on TV, when you see me with Coast Contra (That's the gang)
Them my partners, we be grinding 'til mañana
Teatro La Plata, I can't promise, he make jammas