Teflon Dons (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

This is for the vets and I’m highly decorated

When I say hand to hand this ain’t combat

2 cell phones and I still never call back

This ain’t ya time I suggest you niggas fall back

I ain’t touched a billion yet but I walk like it

Never been a president but I talk like it

Talley & Twine understand I’m finna talk my shit

Justin Lamon help me see the hate in all y’all

Hanging out the window sideways like I’m Paul wall

He’ll be lucky if his dotor get a phone call

I been stepping on they necks since I dropped outta school

Teflon Don and the shooter too

It’s a hit Rest In peace to Dex Osama

Been getting Cash since a Kidd on my mama

Tell me what’s a goat to a llama

It’s rhetorical you don’t want me responding

Hundred stacks on the watch

(Watch)

Hundred blocks on the dot

(Dot)

Ricky Ross new whip tennis shoes and the socks

(Socks)

I’m up in secret city

Yeah that boy got that

(Bling on)

And you better get the phone them bricks selling like

(Ringtones)

I’m stepping out fresh

(Fresh)

I’m stepping out clean

My nigga Young Mob

Doughboy and DPC

When I’m up in the D

(D)

We gon stunt like a dog

My niggas dropped out of school

But we subject to ball

Don’t worry about the crackers cuz the crackers ain’t sharp

How I’m looking in the phantom bitch you know that I’m the mob

See the grill in the front

(Front)

Might get to feeling the flunk

(Flunk)

Fuck how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month

I’m so mob

(So mob)

How I get it

(So mob)

Pulling up to trap fresh off a blowjob

Yeah them thousand dollar jeans pussy nigga tell that

If you waiting on a sack boy just hit my cell back

My dog got the ball and he see me up court so you already know what I’m saying

I feel like I’m God and this work is a globe and so I got the world In my hand

Bitch I am a grown man

I ain’t tryna slow dance

Shit

Or maybe I am cuz I’m always grinding

Real dark skin but I’m always shining

Told her take a hike she move like linemen

She want know my moon my rising

Last nigga can’t walk a mile in my size tens

Cuz of me he stepping

Big shit baby no flexing

Ain’t shit lite this pressure

13 hoes in my section

Only two laps I stretched em

Ain’t one of em getting rescued

I’m a fein I’m addicted to a bag

When my palms get to itchin then I need it really bad

Running to it like a cheetah when I’m hopping out the jag

It’s no wonder why these women always wanna give me cat (pur)

Backwards

On the bed fucking with my thumb where it’s supposed to be

Careful when you coming in the house with them groceries

Every time A nigga read the scale it’s like poetry

Before I had justin Lamon’s they ain’t notice me

It’s Costa Nostra

It’s Teflon meets God body

The mob with me it’s diabolic

Meets Bob Marley

The tribe with me

I’m hosting nigga

It’s my party

Now pick something and stand with me and die about it

Hit the mosh with the stage with me I’m stage diving

I hit the rave at the night time now the sun rising

Percocet pussy worth a check blue check

Verified

And she work the net

(Oooweee)

They should know it’s us

She rolling on that bean while I’m rolling up

I wanted something clean when I was old enough

And now I’m riding in a 6 speed when I’m rolling up

Sweet sixteens got me going up

I was only sixteen mind made up

Told mama imma be a hip hop savior

Million in a month lil nigga I done came up