Juice WRLD - Telepathy (Pt. 2) lyrics

(Enviyon On the Mix) yeah
Yay yay
Yay uh
Aha i get the head, I get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

All of these niggas be bitches
I get it Versace all over my lenses
Fuck up that fuck up and fuck competition
Be happy I'm fuckin' yo bitches
Stackin' my gualla hand on my choppa
Y'all niggas don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember
Chasin' them dollars
Bitch I've been poppin' my collar, hey
What, bitch I been gettin' my cake up
Fuck that lil' bitch I don't lay up
Ball in that bitch like a layup
Talkin' that shit till' I show up
Bitch nigga you do not know us
Just got through fuckin' on four sluts
Yeah, count em' four sluts yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause
Yo bitch she all over my balls
You kissin' that bitch 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 fuck that bitch like Hercules
I'm fuckin' your girl super hard

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

I'm back in this bitch she suckin' 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 bitch and
She already know who we are
My bitch Cuban just like my cigar
I move slow when I pop me a bar
I turn your mom to a whore
I fuck 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
Bitch I'ma handle my business
If it ain't about money you trippin'
Told that bitch I don't talk it I live it
I've been ballin' I'm off of my pivot

Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head i get that head telepathy
Yay don't give a fuck 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 fuck what none
These haters tellin' me ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature (Right?)
Fuck school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't fuck 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
Niggas thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my niggas 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 bitch
She droppin' panties
Feel like Drizzy when I rap I swear to
God I Just need a fuckin' Grammy what?
What? Yo bitch on her knees again
R kelly I'm fuckin that bitch wait
I'm starting to pee again
Hey, my wrist, yo bitch, 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 fuckin' yo bitch super bold
I'm fuckin' yo bitch then I'm gone
That bitch on my dick, that bitch on my dick
I fuck her she know what I'm on

Hold up hold up
Hold up
That bitch on my dick, that bitch on my dick
I fuck her she know what I'm on yeah yeah
All that good shit
I could fuck your mom type shit ha ha ha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro
But i could fuck your bitch dude
Yay