Telegram

[Hook / Intro]

Bitch I’m the king of the ring, I’m three different niggas like I’m Mick Foley

Bitch I’m the king of the ring, I’m three different niggas like I’m Mick Foley...

I just got my groove back, I feel like Stella, man

(Yeah, Stella, yeah, feel like who? Yeah)

I just got my groove back, I feel like Stella, man

(Whoopi Goldberg, dumb nigga)

I got it (Woah!)

[Verse]

I just got my groove back, I feel like Stella, man (Woah)

Lil' ass nigga, but my pocket on elephant (Elephant)

Mopar whippin' shit to me, my engine hella-phant (Vrrr!)

I only hang wit' sharks, all I see is hella Finn's

Fuck that Instagram just hit me on my Telegram (Hello?)

Code name “Mr. Chow”, you type it in, get hella grams (Woah!)

Eight different flavors, 50 bucks just for a gram (50 bucks)

I know I said fifty, but sixty-five for a new face... (Uhh...)

My presidential yellow like Chrisean, it came wit' a Blueface...

Sometimes I get weed from the Bay, get fentanyl from Kuwait (Yuh!)

I been rich for so damn long, I can hold my whole crew weight

I just sold like ten today, and it's still a real slow day (Slow for...)

I got so many god damn whips, but I still trap out that Tahoe (Tahoe)

You don't believe none of that I’m saying? Go check that link in my bio

My Dominican bitch talk Spanish shit, only thing she say is "Tato"

Shout out all my niggas, but I only be copping work from them Vatos

My Jamaican bitch wanna smoke my spliff, but I only let her hit that low-low

She don't like my music, but she know I'm lit and my shit gon' blow-blow

Only thing she listen to is that Burna Boy and that Mavado

I was off a perc, I serve the derp, she was too wavy; Imma Scatto

Man this gas I got, this shit so strong, it smell like Reposado (I'm drunk)

I was trappin' hard, man the work was jumpin' way before I hit a pothole (Yeah)

Imma tell you what a wise man told me, "That bitch you wit'? That's not'ch yours"

Made a play right there at 7/11, come meet me right here by the nachos

I got off topic wit' the last bars, them shits right there was a typo (Yeah)

Man, fourteen-fifty just for a pound? No, uh-uh that was a typo (Damn)

These 1600's, just like my block, I'm in New York with a bankroll (Yeah)

I just got a call for twenty more, man meet me right here by the Palo

I just need one point, got good deals, made a hundred thousand, hit my eyeroll (Yeah)

I ain't been buying shit, only turkey bags, but a Draco bitch is a micro (Huh?)

Bought some Louie sneaks, and a brand new chain, man I shouldn’t of even did it (Naw)

I Bought some brand new Balenci' too, 'cause I'm trappin' when I'm drippin' (Shit...)

Man the smallest car got 392’s, man lil boy hide that hemi (Hemi!)

Man we 3D printing them switches too, lil' boy better hide that semi

Bro said he got pink, green, Cosmo & Wanda, got pink diamond’s like Timmy

I'm smart as shit smoke my gas, high and learning, white diamond like Remy (Ugh!)

I been trappin' for 3 days, I don't even care if a bitch just say I'm Dingy (Yeah)

All this Moncler with the hood on bitch, know they wanna kill me like Kenny (Damn)

I got Arabic ways, got Arabic money, man basically saying no limit (Naw)

Arabic ways wit' all my wives, I give them the same, ain’t stingy (Naw)

Checks like Uncle Sam to the Government, 'cause I need all my Benji's (My Benji's!)

Nigga's ain't been the same since PPP, EBT, and stimmies (Huh!)

Yeah and speaking of drench, yo ass a get wet up you owe 150 (Huh)

Yeah, 150 for my business, 150 on her Birkin like Kimmy (Uh)

Yeah .44 plus one by my belt ([?] Colt action), .45 I can't even hold it (Tsh) (Can't hold it)

I ain't no shooter, my phones keep ringing, so basically can't even tote it (Brr-brr...)

Man they prices goin' up, my shit on standstill and that's noted (Yeah)

Reason it's on standstill? Cause my shit go in by that boat (Yeah)

These boys work out your mom crib, man I'm Melvin you like Jody (Yeah)

I'm the king of the ring, I'm three different niggas like I'm Mick Foley!

[Hook / Outro]

(Pshhh... Pshhh.... Pshhh...)

Bitch, I’m the king of the ring, I'm three different niggas like I'm Mick Foley, shit nigga...

(And go ahead boy, I ain't saving shit nigga, I'm not a goalie)

Bitch, I’m the king of the ring, I'm three different niggas like I'm Mick Foley

And if they ask you "Know what that means?", you say "No"

Got my groove back, like Stella

It’s Mr. Chow

[Open Instrumental]