Telly Lyrics

Bitches be high they gone, they popping they shit it's just like confetti

Know that I black out the tint, it cost me a rack and hop out the Telly

I'm bout' to cop a new chain just look at my diamonds you know they stay heavy

I'm bout' to call up my shooter he bang, you know that my niggas stay ready

Bitches be high they gone, they popping they shit it's just like confetti

Know that I black out the tint, it cost me a rack and hop out the Telly

I'm bout' to cop a new chain just look at my diamonds you know they stay heavy

I'm bout' to call up my shooter he bang, you know that my niggas stay ready

Bitches be high they gone

I can't even fuck with you thotties you know these lil' bitches be calling my phone

Nigga don't answer the phone yeah

Nigga just got me a rack and I spent all that shit and you know that it's blown

They trying to steal all my swag but you know my shit is just covered in chrome

And I'm finna shoutout Shai

These niggas stealing my swag huh

Alteady know that my niggas they bout all that shit and we getting a bag

I can't even fuck with you thotties, you niggas so fake and you niggas so sad

Kicking my feet it was up

Fucking that bitch yeah I had

Run up them racks bought a truck

Getting the money, them bucks

Know she get sloppy she suck

I pull up, I pull up I fuck yeah

I pull up, I pull up I fuck

I pull up, I pull up I fuck

Nigga out of luck

Bitches be high they gone, they popping they shit it's just like confetti

Know that I black out the tint, it cost me a rack and hop out the Telly

I'm bout' to cop a new chain just look at my diamonds you know they stay heavy

I'm bout' to call up my shooter he bang, you know that my niggas stay ready

Bitches be high they gone, they popping they shit it's just like confetti

Know that I black out the tint, it cost me a rack and hop out the Telly

I'm bout' to cop a new chain just look at my diamonds you know they stay heavy

I'm bout' to call up my shooter he bang, you know that my niggas stay ready

Did it again

Yeah I just did it again

Know that I'm feeling like who

Know that I'm spinning again

Know that we putting up points

Know we just go for the win

Nigga keep talking that stuff and it's gone' be real rough when we aim at his chin

Nigga we laugh to the bank you ain't smoking on dank cause' your money is thin

Why is that big trynna copy just get your own hobby like you ain't my twin

Know that I'm just getting started

Bitch yeah I'm bout' to begin

Did this shit all on my own

Nigga I got it within