Father - Cell Boomin lyrics

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream] Stains hit my phone cus I'm trapping like a b**h Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3% Don't be playin' on my line tell me what you tryna get Hate when n***as want work but they ask to send a pic I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss Top Shoota Dun dodda n***a real ting diss On Instagram thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics Call your b**h make a flick hit again and call it quits Metro f** a Sprint no location on my sh** Servin' n***as fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep All day juggin' on my trap phone Gettin' on my my nerves switch to airplane mode Selling hella d** to a patient Young n***a trappin' out the vacant [Hook] Stupid little b**h wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids n***a what the f** you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthaf**er Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb s**a [Verse 2: Father] Stop playin' on my phone Aye you at the crib, b**h I'm always f**ing home Best had text 'before you come, n***a you don't know me Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey Yup, got a cholo I only hit on Motarola Keep good coke, I don't mean Coca Cola Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita hola Yeah I hit it raw, hope I don't catch Ebola Damn that was ignorant, going to blame it on my pigment n***as think they see me but they only see a figment Habitual b**h-getter, pick of the litter, n***a How the hell you figure you better? You the type of n***a take a b**h leave the cheddar I'm the type of n***a get the money get her wetter Need more provolone, n***a need feta Need to leave that ho alone, n***a do better [Hook] Stupid little b**h wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids n***a what the f** you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthaf**er Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb s**a [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] Stupid b**h hit my phone askin' can I front a sack Told that petty little ho she could never call me back Only time I text a ho when I'm feenin for some cat But I could never let the p**y come between me and the trap On vyvanse, on molly I could never take a nap Open 24/7 come and get it asap Even sell flatscreens got a couple Apple Macs Got so many guns that I even sell straps Middle fingers to the laws put it all on Snapchat Only use this phone to trap so I don't got a lotta apps Got 3 different numbers tryna dodge a wire tap Get the weed from amigo, get the xansfrom the japs All day trappin' like a fool My little brother movin' packs after school Sellin' hella d** to a junkie Young n***a juggin' cross the country [Hook] Stupid little b**h wanna front on five grams You a petty little ho Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands Get the plug on the phone If it ain't about the hunnids n***a what the f** you want I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthaf**er Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb s**a