Telephone Man Songtext
von ShittyBoyz

(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Ayy
What up, Jay?
ShittyBoyz

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only touch chick′ when you hit the Coney
Put him in a suit like Mr. Moseby
OT first class, now I'm getting cozy
Think she a mermaid, pussy dripping on me

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

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

Yeah, more than likely
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz