Deen Chase - Voicemail (feat. TripWavin) Lyrics

Hello? Oh it's you again
Bitch don't hit my phone, I got a newer friend
I got all this dough, plus I'm shining like aluminum
Been crushing up Cookie, blunts be stupid fat
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Hello? Oh it's you again
Bitch don't hit my phone, I got a newer friend
I got all this dough, plus I'm shining like aluminum
Been crushing up Cookie, blunts be stupid fat
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone

I hear my name ringing like a cellular phone
I pass her like curfew then I'm sending her home
The Tommy by me Siamese, that's wherever I go
I'm mobbing like a zombie, girl I tell you I'm cold
What's the issue?
Loyal to my pistol
Want me to miss you
I'm worried 'bout residuals
I'm jumping out the gym, my stock like boing yea
All I hear about me, disappointment
It's some two-faced niggas you be flipping coins with
My niggas ten toes, solid double jointed
Remember, bullets shatter bones
Careful who you tattle on
Your bitch is getting tagged if she decide to tag along

Hello? Oh it's you again
Bitch don't hit my phone, I got a newer friend
I got all this dough, plus I'm shining like aluminum
Been crushing up Cookie, blunts be stupid fat
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone
Prices going up, don't hit my phone