letra de phone blazing - rob
phone blazing got a hotline
my young nigga got a hot nine
caught em slipping at the stop sign
these drugs really got niggas dying (x4)
shut the f-ck up
and stop running yo lips
this gun on my hip
will punish a b-tch
nine steady dumping
extended the clip
serve at the door
ain’t letting shit in
them niggas is pussy
you hanging with them
niggas get slayed
for trying to pretend
stick touch the ground
like i’m pitching a tent
can not see me
i’m riding with tint
stay with the trees
like i’m sponsoring timbs
keep talking slick
i’m breaking a limb
aim at yo top
you getting a trim
can’t talk the same
with a gun on yo chin
bricks tied to yo feet
you taking a swim
got my own spot
cuz i’m getting it in
moving the weight
like i live in a gym
animal trainer
teach birds how to swim
handling mine
i just wanna win
while i’m out of town
a hit will get sent
keep to myself
and play innocent
spark up the loud
then light an incense
smell that you pussy
been picked up the scent
hopped out the wound
been dope ever since
just got off this b-tch
it’s ringing again
that was the plug
the shipment is in
phone blazing got a hotline
my young nigga got a hot nine
caught em slipping at the stop sign
these drugs really got niggas dying (x4)
shut the f-ck up
and stop running yo lips
this gun on my hip
will punish a b-tch
nine steady dumping
extended the clip
serve at the door
ain’t letting shit in
them niggas is pussy
you hanging with them
niggas get slayed
for trying to pretend
stick touch the ground
like i’m pitching a tent
don’t have to like me
but you gon respect me
screaming out church
receiving my blessings
don’t care bout iq’s
please do not test me
i’m in great shape
from smoking my veggies
was young and wild
just living life reckless
chill with og’s
changed my perspective
stayed on the grind
kept applying the pressure
supply and demand
took over sections
slinging that gas
it all started from reggie
ain’t taking no shorts
b-tch stop being petty
always steady ready
don’t have to get ready
if you got caught
ain’t shit you can tell me
got niggas straining
the high is so heavy
that’s yo first hit
you choking already
if it can be sold
then i can sell it
you stay long distance
then i will mail it
you hanging with snitches
they running and telling
soon as i catch em
i busting they melon
ride to the river
then tossing the weapon
sometimes i fear
i won’t make it to heaven
staying away from
lies and deception
she sucking d-ck
for the pack
she so desperate
chasing a high
that can not be measured
stacking my bread
i’m steady flexing
phone blazing got a hotline
my young nigga got a hot nine
caught em slipping at the stop sign
these drugs really got niggas dying (x4)
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