Telephone Man lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Ayy
What up, Jay?
sh*ttyBoyz

[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 sh*t 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? b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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 n*gga di*k you sucking on
Don't die for that lil' block you posted on
I wouldn't brag on that lil' freak you f*cking 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 di*k 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 sh*t, you gon' fight the TEC

[Verse 9: TrDee]
Put my trust in these hoes? I'd rather drink bleach
n*ggas 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 sh*t coming, Marty McFly
Finna kill the self-scan while I kill time

[Verse 11: StanWill]
Getting head from yo b*tch 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch 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, pus*y 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 di*k like a Kawasaki
Man, I got sauce on me, this ain't teriyaki
Feel like a cheerleader, I'ma catch a body
sh*ttyBoyz getting rich? Yeah, more than likely

[Outro: BabyTron]
Yeah, more than likely
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz