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