[Hook]

I don't snapchat unless that ass fat

When that hoe hit up on my phone I make that ass clap

Blowin up my phone

But when I'm in the zone, well that's that

Got my biddie machine by my side

And you know when I want Imma wax that, yeah

[Verse 1: BigBruthaChubba]

You know what I want Imma wax that

Go to the bank and the cash stack

Had to talk to her cuz that ass fat

Nigga get back, get back

In the crib rolling big wraps

Smokin weed call it kit-kat

I know you niggas really see that

That a nigga really livin, yah

Yeah nigga really living this shit man

2016 Beamer Boys yuhdigg

Ha, Chubba!

[Hook]

I don't snapchat unless that ass fat

When that hoe hit up on my phone I make that ass clap

Blowin up my phone

But when I'm in the zone, well that's that

Got my biddie machine by my side

And you know when I want Imma wax that, yeah

[Verse 2: Danny V]

Imma hit it like never before

Best in the game, Imma settle the score

Gettin some brain then I'm gettin some more

Shit I'm in love with my cellular phone

They blow up my notifications

Lettin me know that they waitin

Pullin up all of my pages

Postin some shit like we datin (no way hoe!)

Figure it out or I'm kickin you out

I'll unfollow and block you and dip out yo house

When my phone got the ring on, ya bitch take her ring off

Go up in her room she takin every little thing off

Wake up confused on the floor of the room

Then I go get some food and I open my phone

You textin and snappin you diggin my rappin

But I ain't about it, I'm hittin the road

Yeah, yeah I'm hittin the road

Tell that lil bitch come and get at my shows

Tell that lil bitch buy a ticket fasho

If she wasn't so crazy I'd hit it fasho

Yeah my biddie machine heatin up like a stove

Don't touch it, it's hot

When they snappin and textin and hittin my messages

It burn a hole in my pocket, yah

They hear my flow and wanna cop it, yah

Hittin on my phone you gotta stop it, yah

First I gotta make a little profit, yah

I hit a show, cut a check and deposit, yah

Me and Chubba in the cockpit, yah

Me and Chucky, yeah we got this, yah

We came a long way from the prom house

High school hoes hit our phones tryna bring us to they moms house

[Bridge: Danny V]

You would think these bitches terrorists

They blowin up my phone

You would think they failed they drivers test

They hit me like a cone

Now I only got like 5 percent, I think it's time to go

But before I do I think it's fair to let these bitches know that-

[Hook]

I don't snapchat unless that ass fat

When that hoe hit up on my phone I make that ass clap

Blowin up my phone

But when I'm in the zone, well that's that

Got my biddie machine by my side

And you know when I want Imma wax that

[Verse 3: Cheesey Chazz]

Dropped off the 6 and I got me a 7

I love this fuckin phone, bitches hit me every second

I love this fuckin room, makin hits, we gon be legends

Man I'm so fuckin stoned, I been smokin on this lettuce

My bitches always textin, their parents never home

So I hit em with the message

"Is you tryna give me dome? Is you tryna smoke a bowl?"

My machine it finna blow

She got comments on my pic, so I know she want the dick

Hahaha, man you killed that shit!

Shout out the whole milk team man

EarlThePearll, BigBruthaChubba

Yeah man, Dizzy Rich!