Yg GANG - Phone Lyrics

YG Gang, Free Kilo, Bing Lou, Y'all better be careful with these phones
It's only two ways out this shit, Death or in jail, yeah, yeah, yeah
With this phone, I can never go back to being broke
With this phone, I can never be the butt of a joke
With this phone, I can really help a nigga change his life
With this phone, I can really help a nigga earn his stripes
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
I ain't servin' if you ain't buyin' a whole zone
Want some new money, so I'm pluggin' up my old phone
Yeah, I got the same ringtone
Stashin' money in the couch a nigga used to sleep on
Before the rap, I was really rappin' vacuum seals
Before them vacuum seals was really, out hered slappin' pills
Before the slappin' pills had niggas runnin' track and field
Before the feds came, I almost touched a quarter mill
Brought this phone back from the dead, I'm feelin' like a doctor
Never bought no Harley, but I'm ridin' around with choppers
And I treat this shit like math, solve it if we got a problem
Savin' up all of my pros, stack it taller than a column
F*ck a Plug, yeah, I'm really like a circuit breaker
If it ain't come by now, jail or death will probably catch you later
I chose to take the stairs, other niggas picked the elevator
On the number to this phone, dial 1-800-FUCK-A-HATER
With this phone, I can never go back to being broke
With this phone, I can never be the butt of a joke
With this phone, I can really help a nigga change his life
With this phone, I can really help a nigga earn his stripes
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
I got four phones slappin' for eight different reasons
Bro, the need loan, I got it, you know it's a breeze
Cause if I got it and you ain't, then we wouldn't be a team
And my lil' shorty havin' motion, they thought he was Kingpin
I got arabs, and they hate labs
But they'll switch a nigga number for a paid tab
I might re-rock a quarter brick into a whole slab
Just took your bitch, and she gon' knock a nigga whole bag off
If you want these grams, then you gotta pay the cost
Ain't no middle man shit around this bitch, cause I'm a boss
With this phone, servin' niggas through the rain, snow, and sleet
It don't ring, I can't eat when it ring, I can't sleep
Off a jigga, booted up so I won't miss a ding-dong
Had to cut on my old Mobiles, gave him brand new ringtones
And I'm swear' Binglou cracked, the hunnid did it off a weed phone
To all my trappers and my slappers make this shit a theme song
With this phone, I can never go back to being broke
With this phone, I can never be the butt of a joke
With this phone, I can really help a nigga change his life
With this phone, I can really help a nigga earn his stripes
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
With this phone, with this phone, with this phone, with this phone
I ain't gotta work the line, I got workers
Hustle phones still alive, feel like I got a purpose
All these phone calls, got it goin' out of service
I didn't it, get it, hand it down, show that I was worth it
I slap phones, yeah
Been around that dope all my life, I could be nervous
We gon' try till it's gone, yeah
We get him in and out, we got Chick-fil-A served
Too much commotion goin' on, granny mad, it's a car show
Gotta watch out for the fed, hit the block, they takin' photos
I'm not missin', out on bread , Serve my head, then I go home
And then the opps it was dead, hustle still, live through this phone
That ring, ring, ring on
We got what you need, dope weed off the flip phone
Make this your ring, ring, ringtone
Every time it go off, it's new money on the phone
Phone, phone, phone
Phone, phone, phone
With this phone, with this phone