Netflix and chill acapell by eh
Yes indeed acapella by NocopyTenda

Songs Used:
- Juice WRLD - Telepathy pt.2
- XXXTENTACION - Yes Indeed Remix
- HotBoyCaleb - Netflix And Chill (ft. Ski Mask The Slump God & XXXTENTACION)

LYRICS
[Intro]
Yeah
Yay
Yay
Yay
Uh (Well Hello There!)
Aha
I get the head, I get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy (Ay!), ayy

[Verse 1]
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
I fuck that bitch like Hercules
I'm fuckin' your girl super hard, ayy

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay , yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Yay (Yeah)
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, yay

[Verse 3]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature
Fuck school and a teacher
Getting head by the bleachers
I don't fuck with you neither
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, huh
I've been mixin' up the xannies
Talkin' stupid, got your bitch, she droppin' panties
Feel like Drizzy when I rap, I swear to God 'cause I just need a fuckin' GRAMMY
Ayy
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

[Verse 4]
I feel like I'm yo' daddy, how many times I'm gon' fuck?
Tryna put my dick in her butt
Swerving in that bitch, she bound to take dick
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big dicky, no half, but infinity
Stroke your vicinity, bitches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin'
Niggas say they "body the pussy", then lets bang
Kill a fuck nigga, he pussy, don’t want pain
Watch a nigga fold or mold, he won’t stay
I've been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m pussy ‘til beam hit your face
Glock in yo' mouth, got your bitch at my house
And that bitch tryna fuck, so I’m fuckin' her face (Bitch)
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, fuck 'round, pussy boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you fuck 'round, you get murked
These niggas bitches, mm, I get it
Sauce, bitch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted (Ayy), mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
Niggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a nigga throw a backpack, nigga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a fuck nigga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian bitch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
All that good shit
I could fuck your mom type shit
Hahaha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could fuck your bitch dude
Yay (Ay!)