[Verse One]
I ain't a player I just make a lot
Take a shot with a vacant lot, drug worker make a spot
Agallah beats make the Earth quake a lot
I get my dick s**ed so much my head ache a lot
You b**h n***as on the ave like to fake a lot
I got more weed than all them Jamaicans got
Phil Jackson trade Shaq, who the Lakers got?
Next year it's the Knicks in six, we make it hot
Telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Not a Puerto Rican but I'm speaking so that you know
When it come to rhyming Sean Price numero uno
When it come to k**ing Agallah, kicking your culo
I don't give a f** you got a yacht or a few boats
Do pot or you do coke in a drop over Hugo
Still come through and bust a shot through your two do'
All you see is blood and feathers leaking out your new coat
Shorty wop is young but on the low she kinda cute though
We f**, don't tell b**h I can't bu*tafuoco
Might see me clowning on the 'ville, only a few know
How a n***a get down when his motherf**ing [?]
[Hook]
Yo, telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo
Ruck and Agallah, black and Puerto Rican duo
Hottest thing popping since The Jacksons and Menudo
Beats, rhymes and lifestyle, we keep it true though
[Verse Two]
I ain't a rapper I just take time
With a pad and a pen, a bag of weed and I make rhymes
Y'all hate mine that's what I'm hearing through the grapevine
But with or without y'all n***as I'mma make mine
Why waste time responding about this and that?
Yadda yadda yadda, get your gat
Duke, I'm straight sick with that
Smoke weed through a checkpoint cause my plates say diplomat
Yo
Y'all n***as ain't reaching the kids
Ya f*ggot f** [?] lives