Lyrics 3 Phones - Dee Watkins

(RJBaNKS on the beat)
Yeah
Hold on, let me talk my shit right quick
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Let′s go (gang)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ha, woah, woah, woah (look)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ayy, this how I'm comin′

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don′t follow rules, I do what I want ′cause I'm the boss
I′m a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like 30 in my mouth
Say I ain't post it though, ′cause nigga, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain′t come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real nigga, ask them niggas ′round me, they can vouch

I say back up, shawty, why you all up in my face?
Got her on her knees, boy, you would′ve thought she finna pray
I am not the one, I will shoot them tattoos off your facе
Tryna get some fame, nigga, wеll today gon' be the day
I′ma always pop my shit, don't give a fuck ′bout what they think
While you laughin' behind my back, I′m gon' be laughin' to the bank
You can gas that nigga up, but ayy, I bet he still won′t crank
Saw your bitch, I made her faint, water on me like a sink (let′s go)

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain′t shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want ′cause I'm the boss
I′m a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like 30 in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause nigga, I ain′t do that shit for clout
I ain′t come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I′m a real nigga, ask them niggas 'round me
They can vouch, nigga (uh, uh)

Hold up, wait one minute
Who the fuck keep callin′ my phone? (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas be mad at me
'Cause their bitch won′t leave me alone (uh, uh)
Niggas be hatin' on me
But playin' every one of my songs (ayy, ayy)
And I′ma pop my shit, lil′ nigga, you know what I'm on (ayy)

I don′t fuck with niggas
I walked in the party with that 30 in my britches
My lil' nigga off the Percocet, he keep on itchin′
I don't give a fuck ′bout none of that shit she sayin'
I still ain't committin′ (uh)
Told that ho she trippin′ (ayy)

I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain′t shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want ′cause I'm the boss
I′m a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like 30 in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause nigga, I ain′t do that shit for clout
I ain′t come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I′m a real nigga, ask them niggas 'round me, they can vouch, nigga