Main Phone (Feat. Rick Rock, Stressmatic)

Hello? [Chorus: Rick Rock] On  my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna  keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer On  my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna  keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch  my paper get longer (Rock it) [Verse 1] I'm on a road to the riches, checkin' paper, mane (Paper, mane) I wanna play in gold like a Laker, mane (Laker, mane) My bitch too negative, gotta shake her, mane (Shake her, mane) She  gotta catch me in the wind like a paper plane I came up in the '80s when the women were defensive So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin' When you make 'em feel lucky for fuckin' me in the loft Help 'em bust nuts and they helpin' me buy trucks Not outright, but a nice down in the first month I mean, I'm not really pimpin', my nigga, fuck you on? Beats slappin', 9 milli' packin'-ass nigga Oh, soon Slew City Slew mackin'-ass nigga I am spit-taking llama 'Bout my decimals, digits, commas Rubles, shillings, pesos, watch out Because punk shit lead to trauma That's why I'm on my [Chorus: Rick Rock] Main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer On my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer (Rock it) [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Nike Cortez on my feet in a deep sleep with a freak From the meet and greet, now it's left to me Rick bounced the beat, gave a ounce to P Had to cut the bitch off for popping off to me I'm back to business relentlessly, I ain't done 'til I'm finished Variety in your society and bitch, I'm the menace You wish I would call back, you wish I would fall back See, I'm a dope boy, so I'm a need my football back In and out these routes like I was Julian Edelman I needs all mine from the shit I been peddling I'm settling for nothing less than the top notch Jumping over all you hoes like hopscotch Bitch, back up off me and leave me alone I'm walking my dog a half a mile from my home On my phone, tryna get rich, talking shit to a bitch Coming up with some shit like this [Chorus: Rick Rock] On my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer On my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer (Rock it) [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, holla at me No, I'ma text you from my other number Yeah, it's the 818 Oh, you want me to hit you from the 213? We find our hero, Blaps Bastardly, roaming the land With nothing but his MPC and his moral compass in hand Avoiding all punk shit, not needing two dollars in his hand Weaving through the malevolent man and malevolent plan You got to catch him [Chorus: Rick Rock] On my main phone, textin' with this other phone Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random Watch my paper get longer