Lyrics Trap Phone - Taylor Gang, Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods

Trap Phone

Lemme chirp these fools
Good one Richard
Pass out, he gon though
Ayo man, what y’all put in this joint?
Oh this that KK?
I handle business on my trap phone, oh
If you need it then I got it for ya, oh
If you want it, it won’t take long, no
My niggas always got it for you
Money Making Mitch
Old beamer on your bitch
On the gang, on my name
Swear that I would never switch
Man Wizzle hit the switch
Bring your friends who you wit
Girl this outfit fire, I just bought it, we lit
Still with it, still get it for the low if niggas need it
Four bottles, four models, kick you out if you conceited
Gang gang twist my fingers
Couple pieces in the cleaners
You could keep her I don’t cuff her
On my momma, fuck you thinkin'
Rubber bands in my hands tryna' throw it in the zone
All night no curfew she responded, boy I’m grown
Drop your homegirls off don’t be playing, let me know
Don’t hit my main line hit me on my trap phone
Thats on crip
I handle business on my trap phone, oh
If you need it then I got it for ya, oh
If you want it, it won’t take long, no
My niggas always got it for you
Money got them backstrokes
Sour got my Eyes lows
Only hit my trap phone
Alright, if you need four
Kush in the raw tray
Blunts with the Bombay
Trappin out the hallway
Servin' niggas all day
Tellin' thats a no no
Stay away from po-po
Stuntin in my photos
Rockin' all this polo
Only talk to OGs, smokin' on this strong weed
My bank account is OD
Hoes stay on me
I handle business on my trap phone, oh
If you need it then I got it for ya, oh
If you want it, it won’t take long, no
My niggas always got it for you
And I’m probably fucking your bitch
Just put the '61 on pumps
Had to juice it up
Haters loosen up
We just doin' us
Four pumps, I got fluid in the trunk
Hit the corner doing three wheels
Let the right corner dump
Two licks in the back, one in the front
Plus I got that skunk rolled up, the streets showed us
How to gain control emoted, pull it out ain’t a stain on it
King of Pittsburgh so I moved to California
Hit your girl now she horny
Bought the low rider, went and stored me
We ain’t into fake, them niggas corny
Them cameras on so we stay performing
Just call my name when the plane boarding
Gang
The trap line is open, just chirp me
We done rolled