Telepathy (Pt. 2) lyrics

[Intro]
(Enviyon On the Mix)
Yeah
Yay
Yay, yay, uh
I get the head, I get the head, telepathy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
All of these n*ggas be b*tches
I get it Versace all over my lenses (Yeah)
f*ck up that f*ck up and f*ck competition
Be happy, I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tches (Yeah)
Stackin' my gualla, hand on my choppa
Y'all n*ggas don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember, chasin' them dollars
b*tch, I've been poppin' my collar, hey (Yeah)
What? b*tch, I been gettin' my cake up (What?)
f*ck that lil' b*tch, I don't lay up (What?)
Ball in that b*tch like a layup (What?)
Talkin' that sh*t 'till I show up (What?)
b*tch n*gga, you do not know us (What?)
Just got through f*ckin' on four sl*ts (Yeah)
Yeah, count em' four sl*ts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on, wait, pause
Yo’ b*tch, she all over my balls (She is)
You kissin' that b*tch, you in love (You is)
My di*k was all up in her jaw (Yeah)
Hit her knees, she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to God (My guy)
I f*ck that b*tch like Hercules
I'm f*ckin' your girl super hard, ayy
[Chorus]
Yuh, 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 (Yay), whoo (Yay), ayy (Yay)

[Verse 2]
I-I-I-I-I'm back in this b*tch
She suckin' my di*k
She swallow my kids, I'm gone (Yeah)
VVS on my wrist, 100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car (Yeah)
I'm just tryin' to get rich to walk up to a b*tch, and she already know who we are (She know)
My b*tch 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 f*ck her while you doin' chores, I'm rockin' Dior
Talk crazy, I'm kickin' your door
That .40 put you to the floor, epic kind of war
b*tch, I'ma handle my business (I am)
If it ain't about money, you trippin' (Yeah)
Told that b*tch, I don't talk it, I live it (Yeah)
I've been ballin', I'm 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)
Don't give a f*ck 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
Don't give a f*ck what none these haters tellin' me, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 3]
500 for a feature (Right?)
F-F-f*ck school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't f*ck 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)
n*ggas thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my n*ggas be mean, huh (Yeah)
Shirt sayin' that Supreme, huh (Yeah)
I got xan with the lean, huh (Yeah)
I've been mixin' up the xannies
Talkin' stupid, got your b*tch, she droppin' panties (Yeah)
Feel like Drizzy when I rap
I swear to God 'cause I just need a f*ckin' grammy (Yeah)
Ayy, what, what?
Yo' b*tch on her knees again (She is)
R. Kelly, I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, wait
I'm starting to pee again (Oh, no)
Hey, my wrist, yo' b*tch, they cold (Yeah)
Hey, my cash, that Benjamin Franklin be old (Yeah) “
I'm sick like I caught me a cold (Yeah)
You run up, I shoot at yo' nose (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch super bold (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch, then I'm gone (Yeah)
That b*tch on my di*k, that b*tch on my di*k
I f*ck her, she know what I'm on (Wooh)
[Outro]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That b*tch on my di*k, that b*tch on my di*k
I f*ck her, she know what I'm on
Yeah, yeah
All that good sh*t
I could f*ck your mom, type sh*t
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could f*ck your b*tch, dude
Yay