Tele lyrics

by

Bizzy Banks


[Intro: BIzzy Banks]
Grrah, grrah
(Honcho)
Uh
Uh, uh
(Oi, Bullo)
Bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie
Grrah, grrah
Get Money
Bizzy

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
Like, bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie (Facts)
She wanted bread, so I bust up her Welly (What?)
She wanted more, so I bust up her Chevy
You know I'm toxic, lil' b*tch, I ain't healthy
Ain't see her in days, she say she still smell me (Like)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli (Like)

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
Phone too hot, I don't text on telly
Likе, look, and yeah, I see red, but I'm still on go
I met hеr close friend, she a treesh on the low
She told me, "Pull up", told her, "Send me the lo'"
Head so good, I might send her to bro (Bro, like)
They said, "Strucs no good," cuh droppin' the O
I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm flockin' for bro
n*ggas know how I rock, n*ggas know how I go
Still poled up when we go to them shows
n*gga, play with your b*tch, do not play with my dough
n*ggas know they on di*k, they be stealin' our flow
When it's time to give credit, n*ggas start actin' slow
I ain't gotta say who, if you know, then you know
You everybody K? n*gga, pop out and throw, like
[Verse 2: Leeky G Bando]
Like, n*gga, pop out and throw (Rrah)
In the field like the Bengals, I'm throwin' like Joe
Why you askin' me questions? You already know
I been double-backin', puttin' di*k in your ho
She gon' wet the mattress when I– uh, look
I like Louis Vuitton 'cause it never get old
When I hug her, she told me she love my cologne
Like, she got that pus*y drippin' off the bone
She wonderin' why I can't leave her alone
Shorty known I'm a don, she got me in that mode
Gotta go to the telly, can't come to my home
I don't know why you keep callin' her phone
She gon' do what she want 'cause you know that she grown
b*tch, I can handle business on my own
They got Bando Jordan in that zone (That Structure)
Get a n*gga killed, now he famous (Grrah)
It take two, three shots to get him known

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
Like, bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie (Facts)
She wanted bread, so I bust up her Welly (What?)
She wanted more, so I bust up her Chevy
You know I'm toxic, lil' b*tch, I ain't healthy
Ain't see her in days, she say she still smell me (At all)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli (Like)
[Outro: Bizzy Banks]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah
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