Текст песни CELLULAR - Zuhri

I put a bag on my wrist
I might be fuckin' your bitch
I put a bag on my wrist
I might be fuckin' your bitch
She know she bad as shit
That's why she sendin' me pics
She know she bad as shit

Yo, whatchu say
Imma have to hit you up another time, another day
I can fit you in at my convenience, not the other way
A pack of haze, rollin up an ounce today
Heavy ass woods, niggas bouta blaze a pound today
I got two days off, I use one day wisely
Playin throwbacks, chillin, sippin on an ICEE
Hit the pre-roll 'til my thoughts get dicey
Hit the pre-roll 'til I

Where the ock at
Imma need some sticky on the regular
My plug is M.I.A. and he ain't hit me on my cellular
That's a fuckin' dub
He got me feelin' like a failure
Imma get the bank you stanky niggas, I been tellin' ya

It's big boy but your bitch call me Big Nigga
I dropped the verse, I copped a purse
I never been sicker
Imma master
They come quick, but I'm quicker
You never seen 'em like this nigga, go figure