Movee - turn off your phone Lyrics

Whole lotta vibes in this bitch man
It's a movie in this bitch
I dirty my cup, I need pills and ice
Walk in this bitch, and I'm damn too fly
I walk in the store, and I buy what I like
Got love for that bitch I'll buy her a flight
If you geeking with me, I'ma turn off the light
Wearing shades in the dark and I'm stuck, yeah on Mars
We love foreign bitches, and fast cars
I'm pouring my heart in this cup, I'm geeking don't wake me up
Every time I pop out, I got a shooters, yeah in the cut
Turn off your phone yeah, and geek up
With shooters we bang yeah, and geek up
Can't hang with my gang, they not with us
A.R.P in the whip nigga wassup?
I got a brand new bag, and a coat in
Balenciaga bag and you know what it's toting
Before I go broke, I'll kick a nigga door in
Shit go off man this stick get to blowing
Brand new fit just copped some Rick Owens
Bad lil bitch, just got, a new hoe in
I ain't have shit, now my neck and wrist frozen
They snapping pics I ain't even pose in, you gotta listen, you gotta focus
Doing these drugs man, I feel so sick
I gotta cop yeah, summo shit
We in a demon, and you know that we floating
Hang with the Vamps you know we got motion
Drank talking, I ain't even wrote shit
Buy me a castle, then see mo shit
Do a show in Paris, when I go on tour
Yeah I'm the hybrid, yeah I'm the vamp
Yeah I'm the wolf, she got a tramp stamp
She a hybrid too, and she wanna come set up her camp
YSL jeans, that's what I'm rocking, I know I'm they number one top option
Poppin' these Xans, and they getting me nauseous
Thinking bout you, these memories get to flow in
Way back then man where was your devotion
Had to be a slime man that shit, make me, so sick
Trusted you bitch I ain't, even know shit
Tried to get me gone man, I ain't even know this
Back door who? bitch you must not know me
45 I keep this bitch right on me
Better think twice, before you back door me
Let this bitch go, I shoot like Ginóbili
All of these hoes yeah, they know me grab a double cup and I pour up some codeine
Xanax yeah will make a nigga so mean, I don't even do this Balenciaga whoa in
I had a sip of that drank that potion
Iced out my wrist, and I made em' mo sick
Everywhere I go, I know that she going this a Tec I'm carrying I'm holding
I'm in the dressing room smoking on dope, huh trying on clothes
I know I poppin' shit and you poppin' shit, huh you wanna go smoke
I just need you and the drugs, roll me some weed now bae go pour me up
Smoking on too much dope, huh yeah this shit will have you geeked up