back outside freestyle - youngs teflon lyrics
[hook 1]
if it ain’t money keep it brief
had a gun up in my briefs
playing cowboys and indians, my uncle was a chief
them man just love woofing, me i come with the receipts
i’m righteous when i’m winning, still humble in defeat
these rappers pillow talking, i don’t mumble in the sheets
that girl was too chatty so she fumbled up the jeet
these bullets fly emirates, i put gunners on repeat
used to quarter back a brick when i was running in some cleats
[verse]
tell my girl go and have fun but honey keep it neat
i levelled up her life so she a dummy if she cheats
i pattern up the runners
louis runners on the feet
there’s enough to go around everybody’s gotta eat
federales on my back
i don’t tell the squally jack
all this lying in the raps
take it with a pinch of cap
we was selling all them wraps
had to reinvest in waps
shorty love to call me daddy
she ain’t know i kept a mac
now there’s glizzys in the trench
all this calis got a stench
i’m having 50 point nights but i started on the bench
lethal weapon get you drenched
had the bizzle it was dench
i say i know what i mean my n*ggas know what i meant
sh*ll cases get spent
now you’re putting up a tent
on the works it gets ments
that’s why the dingers got a dent
i grew up in the mud, i turn this sh*t into cement
solid as a rock but sometimes i gotta vent
in my hood they know i’m cert
all them bbqs were turnt
was a hot boy summer, had a uzi in the vert
they say i’m just a flirt
but i treat them like dirt
coz if you ain’t the wife i’m only lifting up your skirt
really though i’m just a nerd
i should’ve grew up in the burbs
instead i’m posted on the curb
selling 20s on the third
that was on my 23rd
new strally and a bird
all i got is my b*lls, h*lla talent and my word
went to war for my friends that why i got a purple heart
the hood made me violent i was nicer in the start
should’ve been revising, i was testing rifles in the park
but i don’t really like mashes, i just like it when they spark
[hook 2]
if it ain’t money keep it brief
had a gun up in my briefs
playing cowboys and indians, my uncle was a chief
them man just love woofing, me i come with the receipts
i’m righteous when i’m winning, even humble in defeat
these rappers pillow talking, i don’t mumble in the sheets
that girl was too chatty so she fumbled up the jeet
these bullets fly emirates, i put gunners on repeat
used to quarter back a brick when i was running in some cleats
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