[Verse 1]
Yeah, and you know my routine
Take off your clothes, yeah, 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 ain't 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 (what, what), Hit my phone (hit it, hit it)
Hit my phone (what, what), Hit my phone (Charge me up)
Hit my phone (Charge me up), Hit my phone (Ohh)
Hit my phone (Ohh), Hit my phone (Ohh)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone),Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone),Hit my phone (Hit my phone)

[Verse 2]
Carti like man leave that hoe alone (Leave her alone)
I’m like man that bitch just hit my phone (She hit my phone)
She know Bari, yea, she fucking for Vlone (For Vlone)
She remember me cause my cologne ('cause my cologne)
I know wassup with you, you wanna fuck with me (She wanna fuck)
You been around, I been around, let’s get 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 my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone (Hit my phone)
Hit my phone (Hit my phone), Hit my phone