Tel
Baby this a purpose fishtail
Premium gas, BP, Shell
Hoes got some nerve for laughing
"He-he" hell, the hate running through your blood in every cell
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens for my rent
I got mens for my nails
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
Something 'bout a broke n*gga
Nah, it give me chills
Thousand dollar scents baby boy, I know smells
B*tch I'll take the fame way before I take a L
From the DMV, he throw me off I say "Kill"
Had to switch the face out for the Helly
Young new wave like I know Melly
And never ask what an ex don't tell me
He probably somewhere laid up watching Belly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
Baby this a purpose fishtail
Premium gas, BP, Shell
Hoes got some nerve for laughing
"He-he" hell, the hate running through your blood in every cell
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens for my rent
I got mens for my nails
He like "Lex, why you don't got no roof?"
I go vert, I can tell this your first time being under cover
Got some hedges up they can't see in this muhf*cker
Got my ledgers up, fuck a pig
Put your leg up, lay me face down on the bed
Put my legs up then he stuck in the quicksand
Put your phone up, you don't need to call your men
Oh, you acting like the popo, you probably calling them
Broke b*tch still stuck in companion, first class
Every single person in the gang up it on yo' ass
If you my dog, you would roll around for me in the grass
Steady watching, need another place to count up all the cash
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
Premium gas, BP, Shell
Hoes got some nerve for laughing
"He-he" hell, the hate running through your blood in every cell
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens for my rent
I got mens for my nails
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
Something 'bout a broke n*gga
Nah, it give me chills
Thousand dollar scents baby boy, I know smells
B*tch I'll take the fame way before I take a L
From the DMV, he throw me off I say "Kill"
Had to switch the face out for the Helly
Young new wave like I know Melly
And never ask what an ex don't tell me
He probably somewhere laid up watching Belly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
Baby this a purpose fishtail
Premium gas, BP, Shell
Hoes got some nerve for laughing
"He-he" hell, the hate running through your blood in every cell
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens for my rent
I got mens for my nails
He like "Lex, why you don't got no roof?"
I go vert, I can tell this your first time being under cover
Got some hedges up they can't see in this muhf*cker
Got my ledgers up, fuck a pig
Put your leg up, lay me face down on the bed
Put my legs up then he stuck in the quicksand
Put your phone up, you don't need to call your men
Oh, you acting like the popo, you probably calling them
Broke b*tch still stuck in companion, first class
Every single person in the gang up it on yo' ass
If you my dog, you would roll around for me in the grass
Steady watching, need another place to count up all the cash
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the telly
We 'gon have to take that sh*t to the tel
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Writer(s): Alexis Johnson
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