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