Telephone Man

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (This is a Jay Johnson production) Ayy What up, Jay? ShittyBoyz [Verse 1: BabyTron] 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 [Verse 2: StanWill] 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 [Verse 3: TrDee] 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 [Verse 4: BabyTron] 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 [Verse 5: StanWill] 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 [Verse 6: TrDee] 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 [Verse 7: BabyTron] 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 [Verse 8: StanWill] 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 [Verse 9: TrDee] 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 [Verse 10: BabyTron] 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 [Verse 11: StanWill] 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 [Verse 12: TrDee] 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 [Verse 13: BabyTron] 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 [Verse 14: StanWill] 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 [Verse 15: TrDee] 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 [Verse 16: BabyTron] You only touch chick' when you hit the Coney Put him in a suit like Mr. Mosby OT first class, now I'm getting cozy Think she a mermaid, pussy dripping on me [Verse 17: StanWill] 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 [Verse 18: TrDee] 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 [Outro: BabyTron] Yeah, more than likely Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz