Phone Going Dumb by Teflon Mark Lyrics

Drop Allstars the label of the mother fucking future nigga
My phone going dumb
My phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap


My phone going dumb
Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


I got that raw and I don’t tax
I walk in your trap and hit you with a pack
You know it’s own me don’t try to jack
I’m jugging that white and I’m jugging that smack

This for the low I ain’t trying to tax
If you buy two I’ll front you a pack
I got that grey that other shit wack
This take a two yeah this really that pack


I turn up your trap and come give your shit back
Your score money I spent that shit up in Saks
Had to switch the location twelve watching that
Can’t play the front so pull up in the back


I walk in your trap and I get off the pack
Now all the sales want to know where I’m at
Three cell phones and they jumping like jack
Run through them hundreds and run up a sack


Fuck going dumb I ain’t got time to chat
You ain’t talking money I ain’t calling back
But hit up my line if you trying to get a pack
Drop your location I’ll come where you at


Got dog food and got crack
And I’m turnt up to the max
You know where I be at
Somewhere finessing them racks

My phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Bust down the Rollie that’s dirty money want to know how I got it
Trap house jumpin you can stay broke if you wanna
I walk on your block and take over your corner


Yea that’s that pressure you smell the aroma
I got that fire I’m hit like a sauna
Giseppee steppin when I be in the trap
Don’t do the credit nigga run me my sack


I put that Str8 Drop in my city
I’m Mr. Run Up Them Digits
I can take over the trenches
You know that grey got me winning

Go get them bricks and a sprinter
Come back and I juug out a rental
He run off with that pack imma kill him
That’s my lil son I’ll send him


Rollie on me it’s a light show
What I paid for it bout a brick of coke
With a stash spot you will never know
I’m dripping that sauce when I hit the door


I can take over your trap I can take over your block
You know I got kilos and bells
You know this that raw on the clock
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb


Got 36 ounces I’m turnt to the max pull in the back we don’t play front
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Walk in your trap and take over your trap my phone going dumb
Real nigga


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