Trap Phone - Taylor Gang, Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods

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