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