[Intro: Tellaman]
Yeah yeah yeah
Oohhh
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Tellaman ohh
Yeah yeah
[Hook: Tellaman]
My journey wasn't smooth like shaved legs
Now we gettin' bands
[?] for my actions
Don't pay attention to your ex, you know my pearl
You the type to make me change the numbers to my cell
[Post-Hook: Rowlene]
Future boomin', I need my shades right now Poppin' bands for this glass don't need 'em tags right now
My niggas we on some shit
Nigga just pass the J
It's the freakin' weekend KillaMo put this shit on replay
[Verse 1: Tellaman & Lastee]
She said my Ora is beautiful like Rita
She said she want to throw it back like my feelings
I speak the body language, I'ma killer
All these niggas looking like a fuckin' dinner
I just moved to a new house oh yeah
My dawg just bought a two doors oh yeah yeah
Play these bitches grand piano, oh yeah
Set the trends, these jitas follow, oh yeah yeah
The cigar makes me feel like 8 niggas
Me and Tellaman, 8 niggas
Lord help us make 8 figures
If you hatin', here's a middle finger
Take this all the way to Jerry Springer
Fly shit, I be on it
My dick, she be on that
When I'm in the D, I'ma pull up in a G wagon If you naggin dawg might tell y'all "Pussy fall back"
When she call, I don't call back
Fly kick, Mortal Combat
Ex's a fucking project
But the pussy ain't all that
But I can still get it, I can still beat it
Yeah I know that she knows that
[Hook: Tellaman]
My journey wasn't smooth like shaved legs
Now we gettin' bands
[?] for my actions
Don't pay attention to your ex, you know my pearl
You the type to make me change the numbers to my cell
[Post-Hook: Rowlene]
Future boomin', I need my shades right now Poppin' bands for this glass don't need 'em tags right now
My niggas we on some shit
Nigga just pass the J
It's the freakin' weekend KillaMo put this shit on replay
[Verse 2: Lastee & Tellaman]
I got the powers like I'm Marvel
But I do not fuck with the devil
They dig me like a shovel
Cause I'm on a new other level
Now all these bitches wanna handle
But I ain't mean man I'm Rendell
I just wanna buy a fano
Put my mama out the bando
We've been struggling for a long time
Now it's time to see us eat
You can hit me up when I'm in town
Maybe we could get laid
I've been eating all these beats yeah
All these bitches wanna meet yeah
On my dick they wanna sit yeah
And the combos didn't [?] yeah
Got em talkin in the streets
Got these haters in they feels
We've makin these G's
Till we under 6 feet
Man we gotta pay the bills
Poppin I ain't talking pills
Cameras pop takin stills
Counting cash like a till
Ooh, this shit just give me chills
Crew, got these niggas sittin still
Fools, they think this is a drill
News, then we going for the kill
[Hook: Tellaman]
My journey wasn't smooth like shaved legs
Now we gettin' bands
[?] for my actions
Don't pay attention to your ex, you know my pearl
You the type to make me change the numbers to my cell
[Post-Hook: Rowlene]
Future boomin', I need my shades right now Poppin' bands for this glass don't need 'em tags right now
My niggas we on some shit
Nigga just pass the J
It's the freakin' weekend KillaMo put this shit on replay
[Outro: Rowlene]
Sippin, dippin, never lose
Whippin, I'm tippin
Red bottom, Shoes
I ain't gotta choose
You know I got the juice
Can tell that they confused
You were on views
Sippin, dippin, never lose
Whippin, I'm tippin
Red bottom, Shoes
I ain't gotta choose
You know I got the juice
Can tell that they confused
You were on views
