Tom: C# minor•
Verse 1
Interlude 1
C#m
Verse 2
C#m
Ear Drummers
I can't trust my iPhone, I
can't trust these b-
Haters praying for my downfall,
at least they're religious
People in Hell, they want rainfall,
your b- just want these digits
I feel like I'm on her payroll
how she pay my a- a visit
Verse 3
C#m
We put both iPhones on silent,
both iPhones on silent
I only answer for my n- careful
with that dialogue
Man, my house ain't got no house phone
My flip phone is a chip phone
Got a prepaid and that b- on
But still, I use my b- phone
Verse 4
C#m
'Cause I can't trust my iPhone, I
can't trust my SIM card
I got Siri talkin' dirty to me,
tryna make my d- hard
I got Tunechi on my ringtone, my
children on my home screen
I choke you with the phone charger
Sold more crack than my phone screen,
let's go
Verse 5
C#m
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, n-
100K a week, that's a bad week, n-
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, n-
Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, n-
But you never know what you never know
N- sell you coke and it wasn't coke
Hang 'em off the building
and let 'em go
That's how you make a statement
that they should quote
Verse 6
C#m
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a hot boy, I'll burn your hand
I'm a real life Untouchable
I run the show, I run the show
Sell anything but my soul
And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs
That touch my wrist come with button holes,
for real
Verse 7
C#m
Smokin' on the good
Killin' these h- like Blair Underwood
Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit,
I swear to his lucky foot
Ever since he died of jealousy,
I've been looking for a cure
Verse 8
C#m
You see, my daddy had that work,
now they watch his son get to it
And just like he ran them streets,
I run with bulls
If n- buyin' I throw out some
numbers to 'em
Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em
You need more, just call my h- , I gave
her phone number to 'em
'Cause you know
Verse 9
C#m
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust my iPhone, I
think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with
Stunna, paint it period red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em
cheaper than where he paid
Let's go
Verse 10
C#m
I can't trust my iPhone (nope), .44 on
my thighbone (nuh)
You can have the eye of the tiger
I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on,
okay
Fussin' with my redbone, hang up
with my high gone (why?)
Ball 'til I fall, and when I do,
them h- gon' pile on, uh
Verse 11
C#m
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some n- make it all the way to the top
G#
C#m
And ball too hard then bounce off
Like my homeboy, let his b- cook the
work and it came out wrong
Almost beat that h- to death,
I had to call my plug and vouch for him
'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em
Verse 12
C#m
I keep running out on 'em
Everybody gotta eat,
just try not to leave the mouse crumbs
.223 right here,
this to keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my h- house
Girl, I gotta use your house phone
'Cause she know I can't trust
my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust that Samsung, I
think Sam the feds
Cocaine, pour the 28 gram buffet
Turn your block into a police
ambulance parade, let's go
Verse 13
C#m
I can't trust my iPhone, I think
Siri the feds (woo)
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri
the feds (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that thing with Stunna (yeah), interior
red (tell 'em)
Go tell your boss we can get
'em cheaper (2 Chainz)
Than where he paid, let's go,
yeah (boom, boom, boom)
Verse 14
C#m
Hello? (Hello?) Most of my
niggas from the
ghetto (ghetto)
Through the concrete grew a
rose (grew a rose)
Petals smellin' like gun metal (bah)
Smoke a joint the size of a
limo (yeah)
My girlfriend wearin'
stilettos (yeah)
My wife don't like when I call
my girlfriend my girlfriend
C#m
She think she's special
(tru)
Verse 15
C#m
I'm whippin' and flippin'
the extras (woo, extra)
F- that b- off a text message
(damn)
You know what it is when you
f- with the kid
I got medicine all in my
beverage (lean)
Look at your watch,
it say my time (my time)
They callin' my phone like a
hotline (hotline)
I'm about to switch this sh- up
Got a metro for my thot line (woo)
Verse 16
C#m
Got to crip walk on the outside (yeah)
Whip the same color apartheid (yeah)
On the phone kickin', pimpin'
You know I surround that b-
out like a chalk line
Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris
I ring, iPhone don't work
on this island (true)
AK smilin' as I pose for a threat
All these bad h- in here,
we need a pole in this b-
If they're quick to pick her up,
I cut that b- like a machete
C#m
I might overdose on shrimp scampi in a telly,
I'm like
Verse 17
trust my
iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust my iPhone, I
think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with
Stunna, interior red
C#m
Go tell your boss we can
get 'em cheaper
Than where he paid, let's go, yeah
Verse 18
iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
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