Telepathy (Pt. 2)

Intro Enviyon On the Mix Yeah Yay Yay Yay Uh Aha I get the head I get the head telepathy Ayy ayy ayy   Verse 1 All of these niggas be bitches I get it Versace all over my lenses Yeah Fuck up that fuck up and fuck competition Be happy Im fuckin yo bitches Yeah Stackin my gualla Hand on my choppa Yall niggas dont want no problem Ever since I can remember chasin them dollars Bitch Ive been poppin my collar hey Yeah What Bitch I been gettin my cake up What Fuck that lil bitch I dont lay up What Ball in that bitch like a layup What Talkin that shit till I show up What Bitch nigga you do not know us What Just got through fuckin on four sluts Yeah Yeah count em four sluts Yeah count em Hold on wait pause yo bitch she all over my balls She is You kissin that bitch you in love You is My dick was all up in her jaw Yeah Hit her knees she hit her knees I thought she was prayin to God My guy I fuck that bitch like Hercules Im fuckin your girl super hard ayy Chorus Yuh I let that breathe I let that breathe I let that breathe Yay I get that head I get that head telepathy yay Ayy ayy ayy ayy whoo ayy   Verse 2 Im back in this bitch She suckin my dick She swallow my kids Im gone Yeah VVS on my wrist 100 my clip Mercedes all over my car Yeah Im just tryin to get rich To walk up to a bitch and she already know who we are She know My bitch Cuban just like my cigar She is I move slow when I pop me a bar I do I turn your mom to a whore I fuck her while you doin chores Im rockin Dior Talk crazy Im kickin your door That 40 put you to the floor Epic kind of war Bitch Ima handle my business I am If it aint about money you trippin Yeah Told that bitch I dont talk it I live it Yeah Ive been ballin Im off of my pivot Yeah Chorus Yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay I get that head I get that head telepathy Yay Yeah Dont give a fuck what none these haters tellin me ayy Yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah yay Yeah I get that head I get that head telepathy Dont give a fuck what none these haters tellin me yay   Verse 3 Ayy ayy ayy ayy 500 for a feature Right Fuck school and a teacher Right Getting head by the bleachers Right I dont fuck with you neither Right Bathing Ape on my sweater Yay You get her wet I get her wetter Yay You talkin stupid till I pull up on you with a bullet Now I got em jetted Phew phew phew Niggas thinkin that they cool huh All of my niggas be mean huh Yeah Shirt sayin that supreme huh Yeah I got xan with the lean huh Yeah Ive been mixin up the xannies Talkin stupid got your bitch she droppin panties Yeah Feel like Drizzy when I rap I swear to God cause I just need a fuckin GRAMMY Yeah Ayy What What Yo bitch on her knees again She is R Kelly Im fuckin that bitch wait Im starting to pee again Oh no Hey my wrist yo bitch they cold Yeah Hey my cash that Benjamin Franklin be old Yeah Im sick like I caught me a cold Yeah You run up I shoot at yo nose Yeah Im fuckin yo bitch super bold Yeah Im fuckin yo bitch then Im gone Yeah That bitch on my dick that bitch on my dick I fuck her she know what Im on Wooh Outro Hold up Hold up Hold up That bitch on my dick that bitch on my dick I fuck her she know what Im on Yeah yeah All that good shit I could fuck your mom type shit Hahaha Uh I dont even really know what to say bro but I could fuck your bitch dude Yay