Get Off Yo' Phone

[Intro] I'm on my computer right now, can you feel it? I'm almost done with it for the night but I have to revise This song and make some new shit and record it But if electronics fucked us over My computer would just stop and I'd have to go to my iPhone [Verse 1] Bitch, get off yo' iPhone, I'm sick of you holding on to it Girl, it's getting annoying and repetitive, what the fuck you doing? What you talking to your other bae? The one that you're cheating on me with? Bitch I know it's what you doing, stop it Stop the lies and all the other bullshit You eat shit for breakfast, lunch and then dinner I know you're sucking his dick What you think? I'm stupid! I'm really not bitch I'm really sick to the fucking stomach And I'm getting sick of you holding onto that thing Like it's a ring on your hand, this goes out to everyone Any man, any women that holds onto their fucking man But can't look away from your phone Bitch wanted to give dome, so I let her hone in on it like a missile And I'll be vile with the iron tiles and clack, clack, clack you over head with it Get off it bitch, get off it and [Hook] You know-o-oh, you know-o-o-oh Stop being on yo' phone twenty-four seven God bitch, why do you take advantage of electronics? Girl, no, no, no, no, you need to get off yo' iPhone You're only good for having nice tits Now I don't even know your personality, oh no I don't even know you anymore [Verse 2] I get stopped by these bitches on their phone They act like they know shit and know all about it They sleep with it, they cuddle with it And they always talk on the phone Bitch hold up, who said you could get the phone and own it But I'm proned to ask, why you getting your bitch ass Spaghetti straps on me, why you taking it out on me Now you're the one bugging, how does it feel girl Does it make you wanna hurl because I keep fucking with your phone You really a psycho bitch for the night go, I'm a itch You a psycho like no other, you said before That you wanted to kill your brother, fuck oh I gotta go, cause you shady and crazy as fuck Keep things to yourself, tucked way down low You on the down-low and I'm on the high-key So I'm on the high-keys, ain't nobody know where I'm 'bout to go I'm about to go to no other flow, flow other, over the river than my show I can steal my show like it's some dough I gotta blow off And some hoe I gotta, wait no, I gotta go Bitch creeps around the back where me and the pack is She foaming out of her mouth for her phone cause we have it And now she's going Strife Kid and turning into a beast But the beast is already inside of her, then I go under her Spring up like she got the Double D's and I rub these, you feel me? But... [Hook] You know-o-oh, you know-o-o-oh Stop being on yo' phone twenty-four seven God bitch, why do you take advantage of electronics? Girl, no, no, no, no, you need to get off yo' iPhone You're only good for having nice tits Now I don't even know your personality, oh no I don't even know you anymore