Telepathy (Pt.1)
Juice WRLD
Telepathy (Pt.1) lyrics
Intro
Yeah yeah ayy
Xan bar double cup
Xan bar double cup
Ayy ayy ayy ayy
Uh wait
Yeah ayy yeah ayy
Uh ayy ayy
Xan bar double cup its the same thing ayy
Never change never change Im in the same lane ayy
All these chains on my neck sound like some loose change ayy
All black Raf Simons like Bruce Wayne ayy
Verse
I can not fuck with the lame
Im ballin like James Im still in the game ayy
Fuck up then fuck up again
I run up a check and Im makin it rain ayy
Damn I do it again my niggas shoot you then I shoot you again ayy
I put the juice in the gin hey
I put the ball in the rim hey
I do not fuck with a friend
I just got brothers in can hey
Free my bro locked in the pen hey
Caught him with a gun in his hand hey
Stuntin when Im up in a Benz yeah
I got Dior on my lens yeah
These niggas pretend huh
I do not fuck with these niggas huh
I got no love for these niggas
The shotty on me got a slug for a nigga hey
You think you getting that money huh
You think you keep it one hunnid hey
Bitch I dont walk it I run it hey
Ball like the OKC Thunder ayy
Ball like the OKC Thunder I shit on your boy someone get him a plunger hey
Run up on me Ima dump you pull up in that Hummer I pull up that dumper ayy
All of my niggas get money we stack it then flip it I keep it one hunnid hey
Bitch I dont walk it I run it yeah
Bitch I dont walk it I run it I ball on these hoes and I swear that Im swishin
You talking that shit then I wash you like dishes hey
All of my niggas be different we jiggy Raf Simons on me cause Im busy hey
Fuckin yo bitch lets get busy hey
All of my niggas be with me hey
Bro with me he got a semi hey
Hardaway Im ballin like Penny hey
Who is this bitch
She suck my dick just for a hundred dollars hey
Run up on me
Run up my clique
We got a hundred choppas hey
You got a hundred niggas damn
We got a hundred problems hey
Well thats okay with me cause bitch I got them problem solvers ayy
I just be runnin with killers
Bathing Ape on me going gorillas
Run up on me I swear that I get you
Michael Jackson she dancing like thriller
And my niggas they still get the picture
Roll you up and I smoke like a swisher
Niggas talkin that shit Ima get em
Bitch she drunk like she off of the liquor ayy
Outro
Yeah
I live to breathe
I live to breathe
I live to breathe
I get the head I get the head telepathy
Dont give a fuck what none these haters tellin me
The shit you say so mofuckin irrelevant
Ayy ayy ayy