Telephone Man

(This is a Jay Johnson production)

Ayy

What up, Jay?

ShittyBoyz

I'm the Telephone Man, new edition

I'm tryna stack 11 Pros up through the ceiling

Game over, doggy bone, you done blew the mission

Jugging in my black Goose, I'm a super villain

We don't fight over here, better cool the scrapping

Chopstick flip his ass like a Krabby Patty

Two pack a punch straps, Mustang and Sally

Know I keep dog shit on me, I don't hang with Shaggy

Bags underneath my eyes, still grind if I'm sleepy

Still counting up this chicken, I done got my hands greasy

I need 'bout two iPhone 11s with that deal, I'm so needy

You want this and this and that? Bitch, you greedy

I can teach you the ways, Master Yoda

Was in church fighting demons, had my pastor's phone

10 AP strap, where's my scammer bonus?

When there's war outside, I hope you fast reloading

First day AP was more geeked than a Comic Con

Turn a opp block to Hiroshima with a cosmic bomb

Think boy lost that bitch, he should find his mind

He gon' slide right in the grave tryna slide on mine

Tell her ass congratulations like I'm Post Malone

This some real rich nigga dick you sucking on

Don't die for that lil' block you posted on

I wouldn't brag on that lil' freak you fucking on

Sent him up top, he gon' meet God

Doing work in Best Buy like the geek squad

Made an arm off the jacks, Sleeve Jobs

I'ma have her suck dick till her knees throb

Getting jiggy in this Nike tech

Got a roll on me now, that's a Nike check

Opps said it's on sight, he ain't fight me yet

Referee type shit, you gon' fight the TEC

Put my trust in these hoes? I'd rather drink bleach

Niggas all talk, they love giving speech

In that one movie, sent the airplane [?

Look past the roof, on a level they can't reach

Used to have a little buzz, now I'm big time

I can teach you 'bout that, Bill Nye

Seen this shit coming, Marty McFly

Finna kill the self-scan while I kill time

Getting head from yo bitch while you texting her

SmackDown, punch work, I'm a wrestler

Triple S drip, I don't walk regular

Jack Man, powered up off of cellulars

Say you gon' kill me? You a character

If my BIN was a bitch, I'd marry her

But she not so I jugg till I can't no more

In that one bag, don't ask where the samples go

If I see 12 then I'm acting stupid

Nah, for real, I'm acting clueless

Just made a Larry Bird down in Massachusetts

Bro in the kitchen playing with labradoodles

Yo bitch like the wordplay

Big chop threw him back like a Thursday

Three for three, made three on my third play

I'll rock the world with this piece, this a earthquake

Hmm, I wonder if she got BOA

Boy think he tough cause he listening to NBA

Keep a 4.0, yes, I got a good GPA

Woke up like this, boy, that thrust in my DNA

You only touch chick' when you hit the Coney

Put him in a suit like Mr. Moseby

OT first class, now I'm getting cozy

Think she a mermaid, pussy dripping on me

Got a plug in Japan, he from Nagasaki

Too cold with the punches, I am not Kakashi

Sixty-nine slides on me, I am not Tekashi

Playing Duck, Duck in my Goose from the paparazzi

Baby, come ride my dick like a Kawasaki

Man, I got sauce on me, this ain't teriyaki

Feel like a cheerleader, I'ma catch a body

ShittyBoyz getting rich? Yeah, more than likely

Yeah, more than likely

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz