[Lyric] Private Phones (FBG Goat & Young Thug)

[Intro: FBG Goat]
Yeah
It feel like it was [?]
(We got London on the track)
It feel like [?]
(L-O-H got the sauce, boy)

[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
I just lost my cousin, they left his body on sight
Now who can I talk to when things ain't right?
Tryna get these demons out my head like [?] lice
Step on the floor with my daughter, damn, I remember them cold nights
Never could I ever swap deals with the devil
Show no love for no ho, nah
I keep a rose gold extendo on my Glock when I hop in that Ghost, yeah
Popping percocet tens 'til I lose my mind
I wish I could see Katherinе one more time
Now I can buy two guns, еvery day I pour up
I just lost my uncle, found out my daddy was on dust
But I still got love for you
Yeah
[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah
Just telling all facts, know what I'm saying?
No cap in our raps
Slatt business
[?]

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
It could be dynamite
The way that you work on my private, lil' baby
It gotta be dynamite
The way that you look in my eyes and tell me you riding tonight
Ride like a motorbike on a sunny night
We can light the sky, we can tie our ties
Feeling under your skirt, yeah
Tell you all of my dirt, yeah
A nigga play you, he get murked, yeah
I'ma cock it, then burst, yeah
Had the swag, that was God's gifts
Million bands and it's all chips
They want me give up all the cars and all of the houses and cars, yeah
Showing the safe in New Orleans
Showing her face in New Orleans
Showing the safe in New Orleans
I get the tip from the lawyer
Peppermint cup [?] patty
Bitches greet me and tell me I'm they daddy
Didn't get the Porsche, I'm a player
Didn't get a Porsche, I'ma play in the Caddy
Leave me lone, I don't wanna tell you how I feel
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My private phone, answer for niggas in the pen'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm smoking strong, I don't even know where to begin
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I see no wrong just you and me [?]
Yeah, yeah