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Juice Wrld - Trap Phone Lyrics

Trap Phone Song Lyrics
Trap Phone by Juice WRLD [Intro]
Oh my God what is this? An L beat?

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Hit the trap phone, I got what he want
He do what he can, I do what he don’t
Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no
Choppa got a kick b**ch, no dojo
b**ch who is this? Got a new phone
Money old as hell, no group home
f**k one M b**ch I got a few of those
She know I’m a dog, young Cujo

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
(Oh my God what is this? An L beat?)
You know how I’m boming, rifle like a Russian
Gun to your head b**ch, concussion
You ain’t talkin’ bread b**ch, no discussion
My gun like a volcano its eruptin’
Causing a ruckus, p**sing in public
Young rich nigga don’t give a f**k if I want it
He get all the smoke in the world if he want it
I could f**k every hoe in the world if I wanted
Spaz on they ass, rockstar drag no race
Gun with a mask, I ain’t ever catchin’ no case
No way, 3K for the coke b**ch
Andre, backwoods for the dope b**ch
Always

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Hit the trap phone, I got what he want
He do what he can, I do what he don’t
Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no
Choppa got a kick b**ch, no dojo
b**ch who is this? Got a new phone
Money old as hell, no group home
f**k one M b**ch I got a few of those
She know I’m a dog, young Cujo

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
(Oh my God what is this? An L beat?)
She know I’m a dog, call me blue nose
Call me red nose, no not Rudolph
Pulled up in a Lambo, took my roof off
You ain’t even gon’ put your mans on, nigga how you a boss
And I don’t even choose to floss, [?] use the sauce
And it don’t matter what we did to win cause the losers lost
Imma probably pull up in that SRT again but I’ma get the hawk
Niggas broke as f**k can’t speak on what I’m doing today you don’t get to talk
And I walk that talk, why you niggas talk
Balenciaga and G Fazo ooh thats how I walk
If you talkin’ bout [?] my M’s you can play with a few of those
I ain’t gon’ catch you out like him, I’ma pay for this Uber tho

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Hit the trap phone, I got what he want
He do what he can, I do what he don’t
Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh no
Choppa got a kick b**ch, no dojo
b**ch who is this? Got a new phone
Money old as hell, no group home
f**k one M b**ch I got a few of those
She know I’m a dog, young Cujo

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
b**ch who is this? Got a new phone
Money Otis Hill no group home
f**k one M b**ch I got a few of those
She know I’m a dog, young Cujo