my cellphones got 5g bitch im on a wave by William Crooks Lyrics
[Intro]
And when I die, don't need no reception
My cellphone’s got 5G
Bitch, I'm on a wave, whoa
Bitch I got the—
Money in the—
(Wait where the fuck did I put my phone?)
(Holy shit!)
[Verse 1]
It go ride or die, uh
All my bad bitches in designer
I'ma pull up wit a glick and hit your partner
All my devils in the clique, uh, bag Prada
Shut it down
It go ride or die, uh
All my bad—
Wanna live forever, same reason I keep the mic on
Forgot my own lyrics in Chicago, I’m an icon
Harry told me don't miss, that's why I always keep my sights on
Bitch
Can I talk my shit?
Can I catch my breath?
Please don't take my pic
Hundred dollars in my wallet
No worries today‘ll be fine
I got a lot of problems
But I'm that bitch, I'm goin' 99
Skrrt, so much watеr I might hydroplane the car
Bitch, I go hard
Yeah bitch, I go hard
I'm that bitch, goddamnit
I been in thе game too long to leave this bitch empty-handed
Like, whoa
Ain’t nobody work as hard as me, son
I been losin’ sleep, losin' life
I feel G’d up
Top down all black, open wake like I'm never tired
Whip like a hearse
Yeah, that's my motherfucking ride or die
[Bridge]
Spill my secrets out on your floor
Like a tidal wave breaks the shore
And I feel like it could get better
Over again and over again
Spill my secrets out on your floor
Like a tidal wave breaks the shore
And I feel like it could get better
Over again and over again
[Verse 2]
Ayo
5 G's, rolled up 5 G’s in a bat
Break your knee caps with it
Got 5 G's in a bag, that's no cap
I'm snowman, I'm ice cold
I'm snowcappin'
I'm talking to trees
The caps just kicked in, go tell ‘em
My future's super bright
I can see hella far
I got a telephoto lens, the flash goes hella hard
Where my clique at bitch?
Whole crew go hella hard
I drive a click clack
Bitch, you in a rental car
And when I die, I don't need no reception
My cellphone's got 5G
Bitch, I'm on a wave, whoa
Bitch I got the—
Money in the—
What?
Wait, where the fuck did I put my phone?
[Outro]
[?] text umru to your number
You know I hate texting that little shit
And when I die, don't need no reception
My cellphone’s got 5G
Bitch, I'm on a wave, whoa
Bitch I got the—
Money in the—
(Wait where the fuck did I put my phone?)
(Holy shit!)
[Verse 1]
It go ride or die, uh
All my bad bitches in designer
I'ma pull up wit a glick and hit your partner
All my devils in the clique, uh, bag Prada
Shut it down
It go ride or die, uh
All my bad—
Wanna live forever, same reason I keep the mic on
Forgot my own lyrics in Chicago, I’m an icon
Harry told me don't miss, that's why I always keep my sights on
Bitch
Can I talk my shit?
Can I catch my breath?
Please don't take my pic
Hundred dollars in my wallet
No worries today‘ll be fine
I got a lot of problems
But I'm that bitch, I'm goin' 99
Skrrt, so much watеr I might hydroplane the car
Bitch, I go hard
Yeah bitch, I go hard
I'm that bitch, goddamnit
I been in thе game too long to leave this bitch empty-handed
Like, whoa
Ain’t nobody work as hard as me, son
I been losin’ sleep, losin' life
I feel G’d up
Top down all black, open wake like I'm never tired
Whip like a hearse
Yeah, that's my motherfucking ride or die
[Bridge]
Spill my secrets out on your floor
Like a tidal wave breaks the shore
And I feel like it could get better
Over again and over again
Spill my secrets out on your floor
Like a tidal wave breaks the shore
And I feel like it could get better
Over again and over again
[Verse 2]
Ayo
5 G's, rolled up 5 G’s in a bat
Break your knee caps with it
Got 5 G's in a bag, that's no cap
I'm snowman, I'm ice cold
I'm snowcappin'
I'm talking to trees
The caps just kicked in, go tell ‘em
My future's super bright
I can see hella far
I got a telephoto lens, the flash goes hella hard
Where my clique at bitch?
Whole crew go hella hard
I drive a click clack
Bitch, you in a rental car
And when I die, I don't need no reception
My cellphone's got 5G
Bitch, I'm on a wave, whoa
Bitch I got the—
Money in the—
What?
Wait, where the fuck did I put my phone?
[Outro]
[?] text umru to your number
You know I hate texting that little shit