Cell Phone (Bouns Track) Lyrics

(But we ain't, but we ain't, but we ain't,)

(But we ain't, but we ain't, but we ain't,)

(But we ain't, but we ain't, but we ain't,)

Get the fuck off my cell phone

Transfer the call to the next ho

You knew I was the shit from the get-go

Ain't holdin' niggas hands Mufusa nigga let go

Who wanna go next hoe

Checkmate in this bitch but we ain't playin' chess

Tho anger ragin, gotta let go

Stop callin' me nigga, stop hitting my cell phone

Dude get the fuck off my cell

Aint the line that you hit

When you need to get some help

Ain't doin' this for you

Bitch, I do it for myself

I don't owe shit to you

I own myself

They say he's big, Bougie, he big-headed

Let the air get to him and then we get him

Fucked up his street credits, hoped he would

Be better gave him that melatonin

In hopes he would sleep better

If I don't get what I want, I'ma throw a fit

Fuck up a bitch cause she was on some pretty shit

Smoking' off the pound might need to get to of it

And you starin' at me, smoke here, take a hit

Mixing powder, I'm talkin' bout Nesquick check this

Got a nigga on my line, talking bout', he wanna catch this

Bless this, help this, I don't need no help, he all up on me

Cause I'm shootin' to the top, as bestest

Wanna be a billionaire, something like bill gates

Getting freaky during the night

Might, play some Kevin gates

They call me a god cause i walk' on water, skates'

Bitch I'm wild, my inclination went up out of state

Nigga, you a dog, it's all bark, no bite

Even if you bite, you get put down on sight

Stop callin' my job, stop callin' my line

Stop callin' me unless you gon' pay that fine

Get the fuck off my cell phone

Transfer the call to the next ho

You knew I was the shit from the get-go

Ain't holdin' niggas hands Mufusa nigga let go

Who wanna go next hoe

Checkmate in this bitch but we ain't playin' chess

Tho Anger ragin, gotta let go

Stop callin' me nigga, stop hitting my cell phone

Get the fuck off my cell phone

Transfer the call to the next ho

You knew I was the shit from the get-go

Ain't holdin' niggas hands Mufusa nigga let go

Who wanna go next hoe

Checkmate in this bitch but we ain't playin' chess

Tho Anger ragin, gotta let go

Stop callin' me nigga, stop hitting my cell phone

Bitch, I'm as high as the weather

All the dummy hoes birds cause they flock by the feather

I could give you the torch, but can you do better

You Geeking in ya face, gotta call me DDG

Have my song on every corner like a fuckin' DVD

The baddest bitch in move in silence, as you can fuckin' see

Look up in the star, I'm the star that you see

Naw fuck it get off my phone nigga, peace

Goodbye