Siri (Explicit)

Siri (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)/2 Chainz

Lyrics by：Dwayne Carter/Tauheed Epps/Michael Len Williams II

Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Tauheed Epps/Michael Len Williams II

Mike WiLL Made-It

Ear Drummas

Lil Wayne：

I can't trust my iPhone I can't trust these b***hes

Haters praying for my downfall at least they're religious

People in Hell they want rainfall your b***h just want these digits

I feel like I'm on her payroll how she pay my a*s a visit

We put both iPhones on silent both iPhones on silent

I only answer for my n***as careful with that dialogue

Man my house ain't got no house phone

My flip phone is a chip phone

Got a prepaid and that b***h on

But still I use my b***h phone

'Cause I can't trust my iPhone I can't trust my SIM card

I got Siri talkin' dirty to me tryna make my d**k hard

I got Tunechi on my ringtone my children on my home screen

I choke you with the phonе charger

Sold more crack than my phone screen let's go

Third floor mask on bare feet n***a

100K a week that's a bad week n***a

I can sell dogs to a cat freak n***a

Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee n***a

But you never know what you never know

N***a sell you coke and it wasn't coke

Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go

That's how you make a statement death they should quote

I seen death around the corner

And I lived right by the corner store

I'm a hot boy I'll burn your hand

I'm in real life untouchable

I run the show I run the show

Sell anything but my soul

And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs

That touch my wrist come with button holes for real

Smokin' on the good

Killin' these h*es like Blair Underwood

Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit I swear to his lucky foot

Ever since he died of jealousy I've been looking for a cure

You see my daddy had that work now they watch his son get to it

And just like he ran them streets I run with bulls

If n***as buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em

Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em

You need just call my ho I gave her phone number to 'em

'Cause you know

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna paint it period red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than what he paid

Let's go

I can't trust my iPhone

Nope

.44 on my thighbone

Huh

You can have the eye of the tiger

I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on okay

Fussin' with my redbone

B***h

Hang up with my high gone

Why

Ball 'til I fall and when I do them h*es gon' pile on uh

Assault rifle now mouth off

Some n***as make it all the way to the top

And ball too hard then bounce off

Like my homeboy let his b***h cook the work and it came out wrong

Almost beat that ho to death

I had to call my plug and vouch for him

'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em

I keep running out on 'em

Everybody gotta eat just try not to leave the mouse crumbs

.223 right here this to keep the whole house warm

Then I skate by one of my h*es house

Girl I gotta use your house phone

'Cause she know I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

I can't trust that Samsung I think Sam the feds

C*****e pour the twenty-eight gram buffet

Turn your block into a police ambulance parade let's go

Lil Wayne/2 Chainz：

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

Woo

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

Yeah yeah yeah

Pull up in that thing with Stunna

Yeah

Interior red

Tell 'em

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than what he paid

Let's go yeah

2 Chainz boom boom boom

2 Chainz/Lil Wayne：

Hello

Hello

Most of my n***as from the ghetto

Ghetto

Through the concrete grew a rose

Grew a rose

Petals smellin' like gun metal

Bah

Smoke a joint the size of a limo

Yeah

My girlfriend wearin' stilettos

Yeah

My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend

My girlfriend she think she's special

Tru

I whippin' and flippin' the extras

Woo extra

F**ked that b***h off a text message

D**n

You know what it is when you f**k with the kid

I got medicine all in my beverage

Lean

Look at your watch it say my time

My time

They callin' my phone like a hotline

Hotline

I'm about to switch this s**t up

S**t up

Got a metro for my thot line

Woo

Got to crip walk on the outside

Yeah

Whip the same color apartheid

Yeah

On the phone kickin' pimpin'

You know I surround that b***h in like a chump line

Ooh Siri backwards spell Iris

I ring iPhone don't work on this island

True

AK smilin' as I pose for a threat

All these bad h*es in here we need a pole in this b***h

If they're quick to pick her up I cut that b***h like a machete

I might overdose on shrimp scampi in a telly I'm like

Lil Wayne/2 Chainz：

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna interior red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than what he paid

Let's go yeah

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds