Juice Wrld - Telepathy 2 lyrics

{intro} (enviyon on the mix) Yeah Yay Yay Yay Uh Aha I get the head, i get the head telepathy Ayy, ayy, ayy {verse 1} All of these ni**as be b*tches I get it versace all over my lenses fu*k up that fu*k up and fu*k competition Be happy i'm fu*kin' yo b*tches Stackin' my gualla Hand on my choppa Y'all ni**as don't want no problem Ever since i can remember, chasin' them dollars b*tch i've been poppin' my collar, hey What, b*tch i been gettin' my cake up fu*k that lil' b*tch i don't lay up Ball in that b*tch like a layup Talkin' that sh*t till' i show up b*tch ni**a you do not know us Just got through fu*kin' on four s*uts Yeah, count em' four s*uts Yeah, count em' Hold on wait pause, yo b*tch she all over my balls You kissin' that b*tch you in love My dick was all up in her jaw Hit her knees she hit her knees I thought she was prayin' to god (my guy) I fu*k that b*tch like hercules I'm fu*kin' your girl super hard {chorus} Yuh I let that breathe I let that breathe I let that breathe I get that head I get that head telepathy, yay Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, whoo, ayy {verse 2} I'm back in this b*tch She su*kin' my dick She swallow my kids i'm gone Vvs on my wrist 100 my clip Mercedes all over my car I'm just tryin' to get rich To walk up to a b*tch and she already know who we are My b*tch cuban just like my cigar I move slow when i pop me a bar I turn your mom to a who*e I fu*k 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 If it ain't about money you trippin' Told that b*tch i don't talk it i live it I've been ballin' i'm off of my pivot {chorus} Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay I get that head I get that head telepathy Yay Don't give a fu*k what none these haters tellin' me ayy Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay I get that head I get that head telepathy Don't give a fu*k what none these haters tellin' me ayy {verse 3} Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy 500 for a feature (right?) fu*k school and a teacher (right?) Getting head by the bleachers (right?) I don't fu*k with you neither (right) Bathing ape on my sweater You get her wet i get her wetter You talkin' stupid till' i pull up on you with a bullet Now i got em' jetted ni**as thinkin' that they cool, huh All of my ni**as be mean, huh Shirt sayin' that supreme, huh I got xan with the lean I've been mixin' up the xannys Talkin' stupid got your b*tch she droppin' panties Feel like drizzy when i rap i swear to god i just need a fu*kin' grammy What? What? Yo b*tch on her knees again R. kelly i'm fu*kin that b*tch wait I'm starting to pee again Hey, my wrist, yo b*tch, they cold Hey, my cash, that benjamin franklin be old I'm sick like i caught me a cold You run up i shoot at yo nose I'm fu*kin' yo b*tch super bold I'm fu*kin' yo b*tch then i'm gone That b*tch on my dick, that b*tch on my dick I fu*k her she know what i'm on {outro} Hold up Hold up Hold up That b*tch on my dick, that b*tch on my dick I fu*k her she know what i'm on Yeah yeah All that good sh*t I could fu*k your mom type sh*t Ha ha ha Uh I don't even really know what to say bro, but I could fu*k your b*tch dude Yay