F*ck all that talking just give me your mouth
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
I'm a slide with that fye I'm a keep me a pole
I'm a ride for lil 3, on my life, that's my bro
This f*ck nigga thotted out he a hoe
Ill pull your card pussy boy get exposed
I'm a up the score quick
You ain't got no motion
Slide with a four-fifth
Get bread, then toast it
Hold on stop the commotion
And go and get your bread, right
I been on big four shit
I shine just like a headlight
I am so H-F-K
Bitch, you took my soul away
It wasn't supposed to be like this but f*ck it, I made it another day
I dribble, dribble, cross and then I shoot, I feel like Michael J
And I'm gone get that chicken like I work at Zaxbys
Swim deep in that water would've thought that I had webbed feet
At first, it was about that fame but now it's about that damn green
I live a sweet life you creep like Mr. Mosby
F*ck all that talking just give me your mouth
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
Lil mavo - NEW PHONE Lyrics
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F*ck all that talking just give me your mouth
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
I'm a slide with that fye I'm a keep me a pole
I'm a ride for lil 3, on my life, that's my bro
This f*ck nigga thotted out he a hoe
Ill pull your card pussy boy get exposed
I'm a up the score quick
You ain't got no motion
Slide with a four-fifth
Get bread, then toast it
Hold on stop the commotion
And go and get your bread, right
I been on big four shit
I shine just like a headlight
I am so H-F-K
Bitch, you took my soul away
It wasn't supposed to be like this but f*ck it, I made it another day
I dribble, dribble, cross and then I shoot, I feel like Michael J
And I'm gone get that chicken like I work at Zaxbys
Swim deep in that water would've thought that I had webbed feet
At first, it was about that fame but now it's about that damn green
I live a sweet life you creep like Mr. Mosby
F*ck all that talking just give me your mouth
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
I'm a slide with that fye I'm a keep me a pole
I'm a ride for lil 3, on my life, that's my bro
This f*ck nigga thotted out he a hoe
Ill pull your card pussy boy get exposed
I'm a up the score quick
You ain't got no motion
Slide with a four-fifth
Get bread, then toast it
Hold on stop the commotion
And go and get your bread, right
I been on big four shit
I shine just like a headlight
I am so H-F-K
Bitch, you took my soul away
It wasn't supposed to be like this but f*ck it, I made it another day
I dribble, dribble, cross and then I shoot, I feel like Michael J
And I'm gone get that chicken like I work at Zaxbys
Swim deep in that water would've thought that I had webbed feet
At first, it was about that fame but now it's about that damn green
I live a sweet life you creep like Mr. Mosby
F*ck all that talking just give me your mouth
It's nothing but killers and shooters around
We smoke out the ounce and we smoke out a pound
I walk down fake shot, gun that boy down
I walk down fake shot, get that boy gone
I beat up her back, yeah, I beat up her bone
That boy that's so broke, he can't even get a loan
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with stones
Lay in your bushes, I be going prone
Hoodie Mello, pull up on him and go
Donatello, painting pictures for show
Got too many buddies, I need a new phone
Writer: RODERICK MILLER JR
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid