Foe Phone Lyrics - Bump J

[Intro] 

Chief 

Luxury 

[Verse 1] 

I didn't go to Harvard, didn't go to Yale 

I do not own a degree, I'm from the streets 

I have to cook up when I wanna eat 

I spit that cook up when I'm on the beat 

No I did not go to State, but I got a Wraith, I throw that chop in the safe 

At 13 I got me a plate, chopped up that yay, then ran out and caught me a play 

Found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start poppin' the K 

I send them crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away 

Headshot, checkmate, safe full like it just ate 

East side, yeah that way 

I'm thinking bout sending somethin' that way 

I'm thinking bout finger fuckin' that K 

Goons runnin' in your home, I just want put all my niggas on 

Don't kill my vibe, bitch I'm in my zone 

Banana clip, I'ma peel his dome 

We pop 'em fast, we don't sit on zones 

Once we get 'em in, we gon' get 'em gone 

We ain't on none of that fu shit you niggas on 

All my niggas really on 

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[Chorus] 

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long 

These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones 

If I'm ever out without that pole, it feel like I do not have clothes on 

Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round with all this gold on 

I found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start poppin' the K 

I send them crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away 

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long 

These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones 

[Verse 2] 

I did not major in business, I'm not a grad out of Howard 

I pop off slabs of that powder, I run through bales of that loud 

Don't mention me in your raps, boy I don't wanna battle, I'm airin' you out 

I run up and fan, bet I'm gon' get my man, I do not air at the crowd 

I put pies on the stove, I put pies on the road 

Look at my neck and my wrist, I turned them pies into gold 

We them guys on the low, ridin' with the pole, live from the 'Go 

I'ma die with the dough, long as they keep putting I's on the stove 

This that next level, I guessed the jig with the devil, I threw some bricks in the bezel 

I threw some bows at a stripper, I'm with the vultures and killers 

That lil bitch you chasin' is not gonna bust it wide open for you, but gon' go for my niggas 

You fake and you know I'm strapped 

They slid through this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin' back 

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[Chorus] 

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long 

These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones 

If I'm ever out without that pole, it feel like I do not have clothes on 

Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round with all this gold on 

I found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start poppin' the K 

I send them crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away 

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long 

These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones