Lyrics Telephone Man - ShittyBoyz

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ShittyBoyz

I'm the telephone man, new edition
I'm tryna stack 11 Pro's up through the ceiling
Game over doggy bone, you done blew the mission
Juggin' in my black goose, I'm a super villain

We don't fight over here, better cool the scrappin'
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 countin' up this chicken, I done got my hands greasy
I done bought 2 iPhone 11's 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 fightin' demons, I'm a [?]
10 AP strap, where's my scammer bonus?
When there's war outside I hope you fast reloadin'

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
That some real rich nigga dick you suckin' on
Don't die for that little block you posted on
I wouldn't brag about that little freak you fuckin' 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 'til her knees throb

Gettin' 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 givin' 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 about that,woo, Bill Nye
Seen that shit coming, Marty McFly
Finna kill the self-scan while I kill time

Getting head from yo bitch while you textin' her
SmackDown, punch work, I'm a wrestler
Tripe X drip, I don't walk regular
Jack man, powered up off the cellular

So you gon' kill me? You a character
If my bin was a bitch I'd marry her
But she not so I jug 'til I can't no more
In that one bag, don't ask where the samples go

If I see 12 then I'm actin' stupid
Nah for real, I'm actin' clueless
Just made a Larry Bird down in Massachusetts
Bro in the kitchen playin' with labradoodles

Yo bitch like the wordplay
Big chop threw him back like a Thursday
3 for 3, made 3 on my third play
I rock the world with this piece, this a earthquake

Hmm, I wonder if she got BOA
Boy think he tough cause he listenin' 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 shit when you hit the Cony
Put him in a suit like Mr. Mosby
OT first class, now I'm gettin' cozy
Think she a mermaid, pussy drippin' on me

Got a plug in Japan, he from Nagasaki
Too cold with the punches, I am not Kakashi
69 slides on me, I am not Tekashi
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 gettin' rich? Yeah more than likely