Sessions Suspect OTB (Ft. Chip & Youngs Teflon)

[Intro: Youngs Teflon]
Yeah
Yeah
Flyo
I'm having to put the light back on
Uh

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
I can get rich off music now
Don't need no fiends
But none of these Ps are clean
Inside my Moschino jeans
I've got black, got white, got Asian
Even Latino beans
Big handgun, self-reloading
You ain't even seen machines
Said the buj has got the fiends addicted
Done more hooks than Quavo
I've got work on the streets
And I've got hooks on the radio
I just want money and girls
I just want skengs and pesos
Pull up on smoke with weebs
Man's tryna run, what way, though?
Slide on 'em
Fly, load up the beats, man glide on 'em
Get a drop and we lie on 'em
Put wings on the packs, man's flying 'em, traffic
Pattern up
You ain't got a pitch or a batter up
We need the win, no matter what
They don't want this as bad as us
Bad as Michael with the red jacket
Moonwalking with a Z packet
Billie Jean, I was really lean
With the big machine, it gets active
Can't keep phones
Cuh the feds track it
We just tryna climb
To the next bracket