Telly

Got a new hoe
Got my old bitch jealous
Blowing Zavier
Know it hurt To inhale it
She calling my phone
I'm in the hills
I ain't got no reception
She sent me a long text
I ain't checked my phone
Ain't read it
She trying lock me down like a felon
Got it on my own
If I got some help I'll give the credit
Rocket fuel in my wood bro
You smoking unleaded
Hit that bitch I'm my crib
I ain't have to get a Telly

She mad at me
And I just missed one phone call
When I walk in the room you better Have that shit off
She made me spill cup
Up in the party got me pissed off
Pussy so wet I just call that hoe
Drip drop
She told me whip out my dk
And she started to lip lock
Weed loud
Like you walking down the hall in
Flip Flops
Diamonds change color toucan
She know all my songs
Cuz she a fan

I just bought that shit because
Like you
If she fuck you good
It's cuz I told her how to ride it
Cuz I got that thing on my side
Keep it silent
Fn on yo main thang
I'm keep it private
Told her poke it out
I wan see it right here
And she ain't got no cheese
So I made her take a Lyft
Hoe keep looking at my cup
Like she want to take a sip
You all be doing for the gram
I be doing it for the feel

Got a new hoe
Got my old bitch jealous
Blowing Zavier
Know it hurt To inhale it
She calling my phone
I'm in the hills
I ain't got no reception
She sent me a long text
I ain't checked my phone
Ain't read it
She trying lock me down like a felon
Got it on my own
If I got some help I'll give the credit
Rocket fuel in my wood bro
You smoking unleaded
Hit that bitch I'm my crib
I ain't have to get a Telly
(XandO's interlude)
I like my money near head sloppy
Why you trying act like
You don't know nobody
That's why I had to let you go
Writing this shit with X and O's
I'm in her crib like a sectional
Her nigga ain't gone never know
Whip quick Biscquick
Dawg don't get yo bitch hit
Whip quick Biscquick
Dawg don't get yo bitch hit



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Writer(s): Triston Hillman
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