Cellphone Lyrics

I know, Haidy

I be posted up in Hell, woah, don't wanna check my cellphone

Huh, too many people hitting up my cellphone

Going ghost I'm tryna put myself on

Now I'm rocking Supreme, used to be that Billabong

Pull up sprinting with the packs, I'm running marathons

I used to not wanna get fucked up, now I don't care about it

Even when I be alone, I'm feeling so surrounded

If I fade away, then no one gonna notice now

I keep thrax bags on me when I'm rolling out

Fuck with me, you dying, gotta hold it down

Loud pack sound like riots or I grow my loud

Feel like I'm about to run out, I might order pounds

I just wanna blow up, pull up with some mortars out

I hit the plug when I need to, for assorted rounds

I run it up, so they out here switching the story now

Posted with the loud on me in this bitch, it's going down

Posted, getting fucked up, double forties out

I be posted in my room, I'm just recording sounds

I be tweaking, I be geeking, while I'm roaming out

I stay by myself cause people switching, yeah

Run up my racks like I'm out on a mission, yeah

Don't gotta stress cause I'm the best in this shit, yeah

Had to go figure it out cause I never listen, yeah

Rolling around with keys, hoodie with the C's

Rhinestone on my fleece, yeah I know this shit my season

Motherfuckers really told me that I'll never be shit

I can't even trust nobody, people always leaching

Motherfuckers hacking me, but they ain't even leak shit

Six hundred dollars on shoes but I still creased them

Six hundred dollars on shoes but I still creased them

I might go hit a lick on the plug, guess that's free stuff

I be posted getting high until my eyes shut

If there ain't no way to get high today, I'll find one

Crackhead mentality, you ain't living like us

Nocturnal Society, I do not sleep well

Lost everything this year, so I gotta dream about it

Ran it up all alone, while I was tweaking out

Catch me on the stage, I make all the fans scream and shout

Posted up I feel like I am Juice WRLD, when I'm leaning out

Posted up I feel like I am Juice WRLD, when I'm leaning out

I be posted up in Hell, woah, don't wanna check my cellphone

Huh, too many people hitting up my cellphone

Going ghost I'm tryna put myself on

Now I'm rocking Supreme, used to be that Billabong

Pull up sprinting with the packs, I'm running marathons

I used to not wanna get fucked up, now I don't care about it

Even when I be alone, I'm feeling so surrounded

If I fade away, then no one gonna notice now

I keep thrax bags on me when I'm rolling out

Fuck with me, you dying, gotta hold it down

Loud pack sound like riots or I grow my loud

Feel like I'm about to run out, I might order pounds

I know, Haidy