Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking
Ain't never heard a
Ok
Don't need another nigga
Ran it up on my own
Rocking Gallery
And this shit ain't a loan
If there's a cross up
On my body
I ain't Christian
Bitch it's chrome
Skirt off in the whip
We doing doughnuts
To the song
Mexico to La
With Infahmus
We beat up road
Thought that I was woke
Untill I licked upon a toad
Third eye open bussing
But I ain't gone let that shit Explode nah
Been up in the booth
Back to back in album mode
Bro keep Big Macs
It's not McDonald's
Rap Nigga's weak
I'm Trump like Donald
Shake that ass to the floor
Pick it up
When I throw this whole bag
Rake it up look
But bitch don't hit my phone
Talking bout text me back
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking can't
Make a stack, Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking you ain't never heard of
None turn her on more
Then tha beep
On tha money counter
Told her throw tha
Wapiana on me
Beat it on the counter
Baby don't be eating meat
But got that neck like a giraffe
Now baby on my phone
She blow me up with paragraphs
I just sent a game pigeon
Turn my phone off an I laugh
Now I feel like Wiz Khalfia
Infahmus sparked the grabba
Got me gone up off this reefer
Was wearing Fendi
They was failing me
Had some envy ass teachers
Aye Im a come in like this
F*ck around and send her
To the homie
That's pass and assist
In the cut with
Three D and Smitt
Tell them pack a bowl
Knocking niggas down
Off the ladder
Like whack a mole
Huh niggas ain't on shit
F*ck around and pour THC
In a faygo twist
Steady with the fifty cal
I aim I'm not gone miss
Feel like RMC told them niggas
That's not my bitch
Aye and the case closed
Only time I ever touch a dodge
If it's Durango
F*ck around and mop
The whole house up
Like I'm Django
Feel like Luh Tyler
Need a bitch
Look like Rubi Rose
Silver on the chain but you know
That the pendant gold
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck Nigga talking
You ain't never heard of aye
Three D
Look I'm sick up in the booth
But I'm still spitting heat look
This that real ill shit
Throw infahmus up on my song
I know I eat it up quicker
When you see us on tha TV
Just know we came from
TV dinners
Now we five whips deep
Or we hopping out of sprinters
The way I'm blowing
On these woods
You think my throat
Be having splinters
In my emo leather drip mayne
I feel like Edward Scissors
In my distressed holy denim
And the spikes Christian
But how I came up
On them nigga
You might think I'm sinning
But y'all can go and ask Infahmus
My nig assisted
Im a slide down to your house
And drop a present Christmas
Everyday I'm getting cake
But it's still on my wishlist
I can hit but never cuff it
You know that I dismiss
Me and Three D in the booth
And we just making big hits
Ok I feel like I'm Rio
Cut the beat on
If you see it on me
I bought it
Never pre owned
If you need receipts
Send the info
To the vendor
F*ck nigga play he in a clip
Might get rendered
J crash the whip flip this shit
We in a bender
Real nigga all about my chicken
Like a tender
You the type of nigga
Walk around in them
Cheap clothes
How you still stuck up
On that pound
It's a week old
Damn
Shit
Barely getting started
And we ain't even that old
Look I'll say that shit again
I'm back to back in album mode
So please don't take it personal
When I don't link up
Just to smoke
And my lungs need a break
Been burning down the studio
Caught the flu somehow
But I'm still up in the stu now
Plus my bitch be saying
That my sick voice cool now
I got woke and out the way
And now they say I'm rude now
Baby they just all be talking
Don't believe the rumors
Cause all the niggas slow asf
They all tortugas
While I'm sliding out to Cabo
Swimming with tortugas
And I'm Daygo made
Might not understand the humor
Yeah, ok
I might take her
On the Ferris wheel
But I'm not Bueller
Way that I be in her brain
You must think I'm a tumor
And her ex nigga broke
She say that I'm a cooler
Way I get it every morning
You'd think I'm a rooster
And the last bitch broke
So I had to lose her
And my team be steady winning
I can't be a loser
Way I'm hopping on the beat
I chop it up and run it fast
We can't even play your music
Cause that shit is trash
Walking right to Gallery
I'm looking like a bag
Called him out
Let's play a game
I call it freeze tag
Smoking on biscotti
So that's why my eyes sag
Ready to go to war
And I ain't talking Iraq
Maison with the Ksubis
Know I had to cop that
She gone run the route
I throw it like I'm Joe Flack
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
3d4k - Text Me Back // Sick Asf Freestyle (feat. Infahmus) Lyrics
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Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking
Ain't never heard a
Ok
Don't need another nigga
Ran it up on my own
Rocking Gallery
And this shit ain't a loan
If there's a cross up
On my body
I ain't Christian
Bitch it's chrome
Skirt off in the whip
We doing doughnuts
To the song
Mexico to La
With Infahmus
We beat up road
Thought that I was woke
Untill I licked upon a toad
Third eye open bussing
But I ain't gone let that shit Explode nah
Been up in the booth
Back to back in album mode
Bro keep Big Macs
It's not McDonald's
Rap Nigga's weak
I'm Trump like Donald
Shake that ass to the floor
Pick it up
When I throw this whole bag
Rake it up look
But bitch don't hit my phone
Talking bout text me back
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking can't
Make a stack, Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking you ain't never heard of
None turn her on more
Then tha beep
On tha money counter
Told her throw tha
Wapiana on me
Beat it on the counter
Baby don't be eating meat
But got that neck like a giraffe
Now baby on my phone
She blow me up with paragraphs
I just sent a game pigeon
Turn my phone off an I laugh
Now I feel like Wiz Khalfia
Infahmus sparked the grabba
Got me gone up off this reefer
Was wearing Fendi
They was failing me
Had some envy ass teachers
Aye Im a come in like this
F*ck around and send her
To the homie
That's pass and assist
In the cut with
Three D and Smitt
Tell them pack a bowl
Knocking niggas down
Off the ladder
Like whack a mole
Huh niggas ain't on shit
F*ck around and pour THC
In a faygo twist
Steady with the fifty cal
I aim I'm not gone miss
Feel like RMC told them niggas
That's not my bitch
Aye and the case closed
Only time I ever touch a dodge
If it's Durango
F*ck around and mop
The whole house up
Like I'm Django
Feel like Luh Tyler
Need a bitch
Look like Rubi Rose
Silver on the chain but you know
That the pendant gold
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck Nigga talking
You ain't never heard of aye
Three D
Look I'm sick up in the booth
But I'm still spitting heat look
This that real ill shit
Throw infahmus up on my song
I know I eat it up quicker
When you see us on tha TV
Just know we came from
TV dinners
Now we five whips deep
Or we hopping out of sprinters
The way I'm blowing
On these woods
You think my throat
Be having splinters
In my emo leather drip mayne
I feel like Edward Scissors
In my distressed holy denim
And the spikes Christian
But how I came up
On them nigga
You might think I'm sinning
But y'all can go and ask Infahmus
My nig assisted
Im a slide down to your house
And drop a present Christmas
Everyday I'm getting cake
But it's still on my wishlist
I can hit but never cuff it
You know that I dismiss
Me and Three D in the booth
And we just making big hits
Ok I feel like I'm Rio
Cut the beat on
If you see it on me
I bought it
Never pre owned
If you need receipts
Send the info
To the vendor
F*ck nigga play he in a clip
Might get rendered
J crash the whip flip this shit
We in a bender
Real nigga all about my chicken
Like a tender
You the type of nigga
Walk around in them
Cheap clothes
How you still stuck up
On that pound
It's a week old
Damn
Shit
Barely getting started
And we ain't even that old
Look I'll say that shit again
I'm back to back in album mode
So please don't take it personal
When I don't link up
Just to smoke
And my lungs need a break
Been burning down the studio
Caught the flu somehow
But I'm still up in the stu now
Plus my bitch be saying
That my sick voice cool now
I got woke and out the way
And now they say I'm rude now
Baby they just all be talking
Don't believe the rumors
Cause all the niggas slow asf
They all tortugas
While I'm sliding out to Cabo
Swimming with tortugas
And I'm Daygo made
Might not understand the humor
Yeah, ok
I might take her
On the Ferris wheel
But I'm not Bueller
Way that I be in her brain
You must think I'm a tumor
And her ex nigga broke
She say that I'm a cooler
Way I get it every morning
You'd think I'm a rooster
And the last bitch broke
So I had to lose her
And my team be steady winning
I can't be a loser
Way I'm hopping on the beat
I chop it up and run it fast
We can't even play your music
Cause that shit is trash
Walking right to Gallery
I'm looking like a bag
Called him out
Let's play a game
I call it freeze tag
Smoking on biscotti
So that's why my eyes sag
Ready to go to war
And I ain't talking Iraq
Maison with the Ksubis
Know I had to cop that
She gone run the route
I throw it like I'm Joe Flack
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone on that
Text me back text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
Blowing my phone
On that text me back
Text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking
Ain't never heard a
Ok
Don't need another nigga
Ran it up on my own
Rocking Gallery
And this shit ain't a loan
If there's a cross up
On my body
I ain't Christian
Bitch it's chrome
Skirt off in the whip
We doing doughnuts
To the song
Mexico to La
With Infahmus
We beat up road
Thought that I was woke
Untill I licked upon a toad
Third eye open bussing
But I ain't gone let that shit Explode nah
Been up in the booth
Back to back in album mode
Bro keep Big Macs
It's not McDonald's
Rap Nigga's weak
I'm Trump like Donald
Shake that ass to the floor
Pick it up
When I throw this whole bag
Rake it up look
But bitch don't hit my phone
Talking bout text me back
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking can't
Make a stack, Make a stack
F*ck nigga talking you ain't never heard of
None turn her on more
Then tha beep
On tha money counter
Told her throw tha
Wapiana on me
Beat it on the counter
Baby don't be eating meat
But got that neck like a giraffe
Now baby on my phone
She blow me up with paragraphs
I just sent a game pigeon
Turn my phone off an I laugh
Now I feel like Wiz Khalfia
Infahmus sparked the grabba
Got me gone up off this reefer
Was wearing Fendi
They was failing me
Had some envy ass teachers
Aye Im a come in like this
F*ck around and send her
To the homie
That's pass and assist
In the cut with
Three D and Smitt
Tell them pack a bowl
Knocking niggas down
Off the ladder
Like whack a mole
Huh niggas ain't on shit
F*ck around and pour THC
In a faygo twist
Steady with the fifty cal
I aim I'm not gone miss
Feel like RMC told them niggas
That's not my bitch
Aye and the case closed
Only time I ever touch a dodge
If it's Durango
F*ck around and mop
The whole house up
Like I'm Django
Feel like Luh Tyler
Need a bitch
Look like Rubi Rose
Silver on the chain but you know
That the pendant gold
Don't hit my phone on that
Text me back, text me back
F*ck nigga talking
Can't make a stack
Make a stack
F*ck Nigga talking
You ain't never heard of aye
Three D
Look I'm sick up in the booth
But I'm still spitting heat look
This that real ill shit
Throw infahmus up on my song
I know I eat it up quicker
When you see us on tha TV
Just know we came from
TV dinners
Now we five whips deep
Or we hopping out of sprinters
The way I'm blowing
On these woods
You think my throat
Be having splinters
In my emo leather drip mayne
I feel like Edward Scissors
In my distressed holy denim
And the spikes Christian
But how I came up
On them nigga
You might think I'm sinning
But y'all can go and ask Infahmus
My nig assisted
Im a slide down to your house
And drop a present Christmas
Everyday I'm getting cake
But it's still on my wishlist
I can hit but never cuff it
You know that I dismiss
Me and Three D in the booth
And we just making big hits
Ok I feel like I'm Rio
Cut the beat on
If you see it on me
I bought it
Never pre owned
If you need receipts
Send the info
To the vendor
F*ck nigga play he in a clip
Might get rendered
J crash the whip flip this shit
We in a bender
Real nigga all about my chicken
Like a tender
You the type of nigga
Walk around in them
Cheap clothes
How you still stuck up
On that pound
It's a week old
Damn
Shit
Barely getting started
And we ain't even that old
Look I'll say that shit again
I'm back to back in album mode
So please don't take it personal
When I don't link up
Just to smoke
And my lungs need a break
Been burning down the studio
Caught the flu somehow
But I'm still up in the stu now
Plus my bitch be saying
That my sick voice cool now
I got woke and out the way
And now they say I'm rude now
Baby they just all be talking
Don't believe the rumors
Cause all the niggas slow asf
They all tortugas
While I'm sliding out to Cabo
Swimming with tortugas
And I'm Daygo made
Might not understand the humor
Yeah, ok
I might take her
On the Ferris wheel
But I'm not Bueller
Way that I be in her brain
You must think I'm a tumor
And her ex nigga broke
She say that I'm a cooler
Way I get it every morning
You'd think I'm a rooster
And the last bitch broke
So I had to lose her
And my team be steady winning
I can't be a loser
Way I'm hopping on the beat
I chop it up and run it fast
We can't even play your music
Cause that shit is trash
Walking right to Gallery
I'm looking like a bag
Called him out
Let's play a game
I call it freeze tag
Smoking on biscotti
So that's why my eyes sag
Ready to go to war
And I ain't talking Iraq
Maison with the Ksubis
Know I had to cop that
She gone run the route
I throw it like I'm Joe Flack
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
I said your music trash
Please don't even drop that
Writer: Edan Swafford, JD Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid