Lyrics My Phone - Gunplay
(Work),
who
the
fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
(work)
Who
the
Fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
Started
with
a
three
five
hard,
then
I
had
to
beat
my
charge
Up,
I
had
to
keep
my
guard
Icebox
where
I
keep
my
heart
(work)
Cold
blooded,
hoes
love
it
(work)
Dope
boy
and
some
dope
boy
money
(work)
Dope
boy
Dickies
and
a
dope
boy
rental
(work)
Ain't
babysittin'
nothin',
I'ma
sell
it
Okay,
there
the
work
go
(work)
God
dang,
where
the
work
go?
(work)
I
be
in
the
field
in
the
first
row
(work)
Flood
in
the
drought,
where
the
thirst
go?
(work)
Twenty-eight
five
right
now,
what
the
burst
for?
(work)
Same
thing
what
the
verse
for
(work)
Eleven
hunduns
for
the
onion
(work)
Add
another
dollar
when
I
front
one
(work)
Sellin'
chicken
wings,
thinkin'
bigger
things
(work)
Slangin'
rock
to
the
fellas,
Jigga
Man
(work)
Big
body
whip,
can't
pick
a
lane
(work)
Cocaine
bounce
back,
ricochet
(work)
Fuck
what
a
nigga
say
(whip
one,
work)
Who
the
fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
(work)
Fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
White
girl,
cutie
pie,
cocaine
(work)
Sell
that
ho
broad
day,
no
shame
(work)
Dope
frames,
stolen
gold
chain
(work)
Got
a
thick
redbone,
cold
flame
(work)
Dick
her
down
good,
screamin'
both
names
(work)
Right
back
slangin'
to
the
dope
fiends
(work)
Fresh
bomb,
got
the
doors
on
knock
knock
(work)
Put
it
on
WorldStar,
top
box
(work)
Brown
brick
in
a
Crown
Vic
(work)
Bad
tag
and
the
loud
lit
(work)
Gettin'
dome
head
'cause
she
on
red
(work)
Send
a
ho
hungry
with
a
cold
stare
(work)
Trap
line
on
blow
up
(work)
Flood
the
hood,
call
Noah
(work)
Trappin'
'til
the
folks
show
up
(work)
Scramble
out
the
back
door
(work)
Skeetin'
and
slush
on
my
Dickies
and
Chucks
(work)
Talkin'
codes
on
the
phones
like
we
speakin'
in
tongues
(work)
Then
take
an
ounce,
I
make
three
out
of
one
(work)
I
got
brown,
I
got
white,
that's
Obama
and
Trump
(work)
Who
the
fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
(work)
Fuck
is
this
callin'
my
phone?
(work)
Six
o'clock
in
the
motherfuckin'
morning
(work)
Trap
stay
bumpin',
phone
doin'
numbers
(work)
Up
all
night,
gettin'
to
the
fuckin'
money
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