3 Cell Phones DJ Swamp Izzo (Ft. Future)

[Chorus]
Ferrari topless, I ain't with my top bitch
Walk to the valet, hopped in the cockpit
I'm with a goddess, her pussy awesome
I can't wife her, I feel awful

[Verse 1]
Woo (DY Krazy)
Haha (Freeband Gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just pop pills nigga, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I popped a pill, I feel so amazing
I flex my skills, I was hittin' days in
I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah)
I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving in a transformer, don't go in the air
Smashin' redbones, she so pretty, I hit her ba're
3 cellphones, I got bitches everywhеre
I don't ever takе the local pussy nowhere (No)
Miscarriage, filled up carriage (Yeah, yeah)
Twelve karats, lookin' like you married
She ain't average, I told her she a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Live lavish, take off your salary
Choppa, card bitch, that's for damn sure
Love the fuckin' top shit, that's for damn sure (Woo)
Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure
Make her leg lock when I hit, that's for damn sure
Spacey cadette, I'm that baby's daddy
Went Italian on 'em, make your crash your Chevy (Crash your Chevy, yeah)
Cuban link, linked up, flawless baguettes
Fucked her in her house, shoot her pussy, soaked, with it
(808 Mafia)