Telegram ft. BenjiCold Lyrics

Big bankroll on me

With the backends all on me

Your bitch she love my drip

Make ya bitch just follow me

Ya hoe just followed me

Now you go get the bag

He like can I get some extra cash

That n- so weird n- come in last

I just come in first cause n- I'm fast

Hit him on his block with that lil mask

Yeah we shoot on fleek

In his ugly ass bitch

Cuz that n- really said he was rich

He a pussy he don't got no nine lives

He a bitch put that pussy on the line

Fry that n- like some fries at Five Guys

That is fake Chrome Hearts that is disgust

Shoot that n- up prapapapa

We gon' kill 'em we gon' kill 'em he gon' die

She not a real one yeah she not gon' ride

He a fake boy yeah he always lie

I ran in that bitch with my XDS

The brick got a ton of grams

Hit me on the Telegram

You better not tell a man

You better not tell a soul

Dog food with the Tylenol

The fiends gonna bite 'em all

I'm the one that they buy 'em off

I'm the one that they biting off

The work here I'm signing off

I don't give a flying fuck

If you ain't talking 'bout 'em bucks

I know you ain't 'bouta buss

This glocky gon' run a muck

The re-up you fucked it up

Now I'ma fuck you up

I got my own swag

I got my own bag

These boys be too cap

They don't really do that

I showed 'em the blueprint

Now they like who him?

Fuck 'em!

They hoe gon' be choosing

I just be cruising

Black tint

Black fit

Black glick

Real shit

You on that hoe shit

You don't really tote shit

I'm on that potion

Shoot him out his Goshas