Seven Cell Phones FBG Young & FBG Dutchie

[Intro: FBG Young]
(Kenny on the beat)
Ayy, you seen my Trap Money shirt, bro?
Huh, yeah, uh, woah, shit

[Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Dutchie]
Uh, seven cell phones and still won't call the ho (Won't call the ho)
Bad bitch from outta town, I make her test the dope (I make her test the dope)
You ain't got no plug, boy, who you working for? (Yeah, who you working for?)
Woah, huh, uh, woah
Uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty 'bows (He gave me twenty 'bows)
Give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (They out the—, They gone; woah, woah, woah)
Seven cell phonеs, they calling for more (Woah, woah)
Uh, damn, woah, huh

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
I'ma whip, then dab, nah (Dab)
I'ma whip this jab, yеah (Jab)
Pipe it up, then dab, nah (Dab)
I'ma pipe this strag, yeah (Strag)
RuPaul the foreign, yeah (Skrrt)
I'ma make it drag, yeah
Lil' bitch on my ass, yeah
Let me get this bag, yeah (Yeah)
My phone bills [?], yeah, trap lines and whatnot (Hello?)
For that cash, your fuck-ass get bus pass like bus stops (Let's get it)
Shooter keep shooting (Boom, boom), using Rugers like jump shots (Like jump shots)
Oh, tow truck kicked the door, fuck; all the coca getting flushed out (No)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I'm smoking on gas like Texaco (Gas, gas)
I got seven cell phones
Hell nah, I won't even text a ho (I won't even text the bitch)
Your plug sent you a dub?
Lying-ass scrub, what the fuck you be flexing for? (Fuck you be flexing for?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I Nike, lil' bitch, I be checking dough (Go)