Papa Sleep & Venting Palace - On Fonem Lyrics

Got yo bitch on speeddial
F*ck her on the floor tiles
Pull up in a whip
Brand new, yeah it got no miles
I'm a real f*ckin fiend always facin trials
Mothaf*cka I'm a sadboy, yeah I don't smile
Sippin on some arizona gee that's tasty
Got a tit on my stick and shit blastin brazy
Tryna talk to 12 you be slumped, real lazy
Smokin crystal meth, now my vision goin hazy
12 on my ass but I'm a fed
F*ckin with the homies, you'll be dead
12 on my ass that's what I said
12 on my ass that's what I said
Pull up in a mazda I gotta get that cheddar like I'm david guetta
Hold a beretta on some waste yutes
I don't waste juice
But I'll waste you
Im a fed baby
Lately im tryna arrest you and your kids
Aiming at you and your bitch
Heroin on my fingertips I sold that shit to six
And then ran donuts on your clique miss me with that f*ck shit
Soundcloud bot for your plays
I dont really give a shit what you say
Pull up on me you finna make my day
Wanna hear a lie?
My gat wont spray
Wanna play
One take
Take your head
No taste
You a waste
Face my lead
12 on my ass on phonem
Creeping on you waiting for a moment
I got a bunch lean for sale
Overdosed now im pale
Your bitch is comatose cant you tell
Running running 12 on my tail
I got a bunch of lean for sale
Running running 12 on my tail