Teflon Don
Real Rx
Yuh
Why the fuck you told that nigga you had his back?
Bro put you on hold when he found out Sammy was a rat
I walk in this bitch like the Teflon Don
Answer Auntie's call like, "What the fuck you want?"
Don't never let them break this thing of ours
Omertà to the grave, the coldest silence
They don't put in work like Paulie Castellano
Why the fuck you think Gotti whacked Castellano?
I walk in this bitch like one of the Gambinos
I'm crip but I like dubs over c-notes
Auntie walk in the kitchen, catch a heatstroke
Still smoke crack even though she had three strokes
You wouldn't know nothing about the shit I went through
I hate when niggas talk about what they finna do
Niggas know your move 'cause you front your move
When I'm in the hood, I'm super comfortable
Looking for an opp, can't wait to bump into him
Glick on me, nigga, watch what the fuck you're doing
These bitch-ass niggas don't follow guidelines
Niggas be watching the game from the sidelines
I seen two brothers fall out over drugs
They ready to kill each other and they both blood
It's something 'bout that money that have you fucked up
'Fore you jump in this game, better know what you're doing
I show up to court half an hour late
Before I walked in this bitch, I smoked a whole eighth
I got the glick on me, I know it ain't safe
These pussy-ass niggas tryna take my place
Walk in this bitch like the '95 Ma$e
With a nutsack full of raw base
Get knocked for the crime and I'm holding you down
My hand on my gun when I'm rolling around
Any given second, this shit can go down
I'm shooting off rip, bitch, I'm telling you now
Hammer on me, I'm nailing 'em down
Dumbass look stiff and stale on the ground
I walk in this bitch, I better not hear a sound
Who the fuck is you and who the fuck brought you 'round?
I don't really do that good with new faces
In my experience, that lead to new cases
I got way too much shit on my brain
I got a verse to do and I'm tryna cook 'caine
A feature that I owe a nigga from two days ago
I was gonna dead 'em, but I ain't gonna do 'em shady though
Let me whip seven grams and I'ma do that verse
But before I do all that, let me boot up first
Don't never cross the line, you gotta know your turf
Like Gotti, I'll hit a nigga where it hurt
Yuh
Why the fuck you told that nigga you had his back?
Bro put you on hold when he found out Sammy was a rat
I walk in this bitch like the Teflon Don
Answer Auntie's call like, "What the fuck you want?"
Don't never let them break this thing of ours
Omertà to the grave, the coldest silence
They don't put in work like Paulie Castellano
Why the fuck you think Gotti whacked Castellano?
I walk in this bitch like one of the Gambinos
I'm crip but I like dubs over c-notes
Auntie walk in the kitchen, catch a heatstroke
Still smoke crack even though she had three strokes
You wouldn't know nothing about the shit I went through
I hate when niggas talk about what they finna do
Niggas know your move 'cause you front your move
When I'm in the hood, I'm super comfortable
Looking for an opp, can't wait to bump into him
Glick on me, nigga, watch what the fuck you're doing
These bitch-ass niggas don't follow guidelines
Niggas be watching the game from the sidelines
I seen two brothers fall out over drugs
They ready to kill each other and they both blood
It's something 'bout that money that have you fucked up
'Fore you jump in this game, better know what you're doing
I show up to court half an hour late
Before I walked in this bitch, I smoked a whole eighth
I got the glick on me, I know it ain't safe
These pussy-ass niggas tryna take my place
Walk in this bitch like the '95 Ma$e
With a nutsack full of raw base
Get knocked for the crime and I'm holding you down
My hand on my gun when I'm rolling around
Any given second, this shit can go down
I'm shooting off rip, bitch, I'm telling you now
Hammer on me, I'm nailing 'em down
Dumbass look stiff and stale on the ground
I walk in this bitch, I better not hear a sound
Who the fuck is you and who the fuck brought you 'round?
I don't really do that good with new faces
In my experience, that lead to new cases
I got way too much shit on my brain
I got a verse to do and I'm tryna cook 'caine
A feature that I owe a nigga from two days ago
I was gonna dead 'em, but I ain't gonna do 'em shady though
Let me whip seven grams and I'ma do that verse
But before I do all that, let me boot up first
Don't never cross the line, you gotta know your turf
Like Gotti, I'll hit a nigga where it hurt
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Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Chester Roscoe
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