Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iphone 6, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Iphone 6 |
| IPhone 6 |
| Juugin', I’m juugin' off this iPhone 6 |
| Juugin', juugin' |
| I’m boomin' off this iPhone 6 |
| Say thug… ay, um |
| Pull around the back, mane |
| You, know, yeah. |
| I don’t serve in the front |
| Nah |
| Ay, ay, where you goin'?!* |
| Dumb! |
| I’m boomin off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!) |
| I’m juugin off this Android, bitch (Dumb!) |
| Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick (Dumb!) |
| I’m on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!) |
| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Who is this? |
| (fuck is this?) |
| Got lil' Fredo wit me yeah he do his shit (he do his shit) |
| BLVD Die hard we with the shits (we with the shits) |
| If a nigga play with youngin he get split (pah) |
| Gee Money out the roof with the dick (brrrrrr) |
| Murder 1, homicide, this whole clique (this whole clique) |
| And I’m still booming off the i6 (i6) |
| Trap phone doin' number that’s a brick (that's a brick) |
| Hello, hello, hello? |
| Fredo! |
| Bitch I’m Fredo Bang |
| Listen wit ya ear (Yuh, yuh yuh!) |
| Pharmaceuticals, I’m livin' off of pills (I'm eatin' good!) |
| Pussy talkin' messy, I could get it clear (Huh?) |
| Hit up Mel, bullets rip 'em from the rear (Drrrrrr) |
| I got tabs, I got bars, I got lean (Bitch I keep it!) |
| I keep a rod, murder run up in my jeans (Bitch I keep it!) |
| I hit the parish, I am trippin' in them bars (Nah!!) |
| Gee Money caught a sale, I make bail, fuck tha charge (I'm flashing out!) |
| Da Real Gee Money, you know |
| Flexin' and finessin', bitch I’m juugin' in yo section (Juug!) |
| Serve it to you raw but I can’t come without my weapon (Never!) |
| Don’t fuck with too many I run with the same niggas (Squad!) |
| Try to throw a cross and I’m bussin' ya brain nigga (Brapp papp pap) |
| I pop tabs, not no bars (Yea!) |
| Never slippin', keep my rod (I keep it!) |
| Just in case, it’s on my waist (Huh?) |
| I promise you won’t make it far (Nah!) |
| Fredo trappin' out the back (Trap!) |
| Juugin tryna flip the pack (Juug!) |
| I’m in the front, with my gun |
| Tryna see who I could jack |
| Let me get 'em, Gee |
| Look |
| Juugin and finessin' |
| Comin' back from Texas |
| Got a yeah with the yeah told me meet him off |
| Other line jumpin' (Brrrt!) |
| Nigga bitch say she want sex me |
| But I can’t say her name cause this tax season she gone bless me (Shh) |
| HELLO? |
| This the plug |
| I done made a plug order |
| 50,000 dollar bond |
| On the run from drug charges |
| XD, I love 40's |
| If it’s war, I got guns |
| Would have been went and got Kwan, if he woulda had a bond (Run it up!) |