Leeky G Bando, Bizzy Banks - Tele lyrics
[Leeky G Bando, Bizzy Banks - Tele lyrics]
Grrah-grrah (Huncho)
Uh uh, uh
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie grrah, grrah
Get Money bizzy
Like
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie (Facts)
She wanna bread so I bust up her Welly
(What?)
She wanted more so I bust up her Chevy
You-You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch
I ain't healthy i ain't seen her in days
She say she smell me (Like)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli
(Like)
Phone too hot, I don't text on tele'
Like, look
And yeah, I see rеd but I'm still on go
I met her close friеnd
She a treesh' on the low
She told me, "Pull up", told her
"Send me the loc'"
Her ass so good, I might send her to brodie
(Bro, like)
Said, "Strucs no good", cuh droppin' the O
I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm flockin' for bro
Niggas know how I rock, niggas know how I go
Still poled up when we go to them shows
Nigga, play wit' your bitch
Do not play wit' my dough
Niggas know they on dick
They be stealin' our flow
When it's time to give credit
Niggas start actin' slow
No, I ain't gotta say who, if you know
Then you know
You Everybody K? Nigga, pop out and throw
Like
Like, nigga, pop out and throw (Rrah)
In the field like the Bengals
I'm throwin' like Joe
Why you askin' me questions? You already know
I been double backin'
Puttin' dick in your ho
She when I–, uh, look
I like Louis Vuitton 'cause it never get old
When I hug her
She told me she love my cologne
She got that pussy drippin' off the bone
She wonderin' why I can't leave her alone
Should've known I'm a Don
She got me in that mode
Gotta go to the telly, can't come to my home
I don't know why you keep callin' her phone
She gon' do what she want 'cause
You know that she grown
Bitch, I can handle business on my own
They got Bando Jordan in that zone
(That Structure)
Get a nigga killed, now he famous (Grrah)
It take two-three shots to get him known
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie (Facts)
She wanna bread so I bust up her Welly
(What?)
She wanted more so I bust up her Chevy
You-You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch
I ain't healthy i ain't seen her in days
She say she smell me (At all)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli
(Like) grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah
Uh uh, uh
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie grrah, grrah
Get Money bizzy
Like
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie (Facts)
She wanna bread so I bust up her Welly
(What?)
She wanted more so I bust up her Chevy
You-You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch
I ain't healthy i ain't seen her in days
She say she smell me (Like)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli
(Like)
Phone too hot, I don't text on tele'
Like, look
And yeah, I see rеd but I'm still on go
I met her close friеnd
She a treesh' on the low
She told me, "Pull up", told her
"Send me the loc'"
Her ass so good, I might send her to brodie
(Bro, like)
Said, "Strucs no good", cuh droppin' the O
I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm flockin' for bro
Niggas know how I rock, niggas know how I go
Still poled up when we go to them shows
Nigga, play wit' your bitch
Do not play wit' my dough
Niggas know they on dick
They be stealin' our flow
When it's time to give credit
Niggas start actin' slow
No, I ain't gotta say who, if you know
Then you know
You Everybody K? Nigga, pop out and throw
Like
Like, nigga, pop out and throw (Rrah)
In the field like the Bengals
I'm throwin' like Joe
Why you askin' me questions? You already know
I been double backin'
Puttin' dick in your ho
She when I–, uh, look
I like Louis Vuitton 'cause it never get old
When I hug her
She told me she love my cologne
She got that pussy drippin' off the bone
She wonderin' why I can't leave her alone
Should've known I'm a Don
She got me in that mode
Gotta go to the telly, can't come to my home
I don't know why you keep callin' her phone
She gon' do what she want 'cause
You know that she grown
Bitch, I can handle business on my own
They got Bando Jordan in that zone
(That Structure)
Get a nigga killed, now he famous (Grrah)
It take two-three shots to get him known
Bae, what you want? You could tell me
You could anythin' but a selfie (Facts)
She wanna bread so I bust up her Welly
(What?)
She wanted more so I bust up her Chevy
You-You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch
I ain't healthy i ain't seen her in days
She say she smell me (At all)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli
(Like) grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah