[Verse 1]
Yeah And you know my routine (what)
Take off your clothes, roll up my weed
I got these hoes, play hide and seek
I’m in control, in driver seat
She trip on me, come visit P
I’m in my bag, suitcase on me
Be my trophy, she want a ring
You Charles Barkley, you got no rings

[Chorus]
Hit my phone, Hit my phone (hit it )
Hit my phone, ( hit it) Hit my phone ( what, what)
Hit my phone, Hit my phone (hit my phone)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone

[Verse 2]
Carti like man leave that hoe alone
I’m like man that bitch just hit my phone
She know bari yea she fucking for vlone
She remember me cause my cologne
I know wassup wit you she wanna fuck
We get around , I be around, let’s get around
I got a bag he got a bag, but he a clown
It’s time to fuck, yo bitch tithes is lost and found
[Chorus]

Hit my phone, Hit my phone (hit it )
Hit my phone, ( hit it) Hit my phone ( what, what)
Hit my phone, Hit my phone (hit my phone)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone, (hey, huh) Hit my phone (hey, huh)
Hit my phone