Double Dose Youngs Teflon (Ft. Tiny Boost)
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[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Chanel runners, YSL jumpers (Uh)
Hope the feds don't grab me, I'm a bail jumper
Took the L plate, he ain't in his cell bothered
He wouldn't tell even if they gave him twelve numbers (Real one)
Niggas shell shocked askin' where the roof went (Where it go?)
I put in work, you was puttin' in ya two cents (Haha)
Shorty wanna know my fragrance, that's the new scent (Cashmere)
You could rap how I rap, it make ya tooth bent (It ain't for you)
Rock the Balmain denim in the pool house (Yeah)
Yard dance where they party with they tools out (Yeah)
Or I'm out on Collins Ave eatin' Now or Laters (Miami)
Twelve-gauge red and green shells, Power Rangers (Bo-Bo-Boom)
Sixty-inch screen watchin' Derby's
Louis headscarf, must be Mr. Myagi (Must be)
I'm Daniel-san with SIG Sauer
If they grab you with this, you need a big lawyer (Trust)
Got familiar with the cats sellin' dog food (Uh-huh)
Put a tracker on ya car, that's a mob move (Woo)
Bomb squad, they know everywhere ya boss move (They know it)
.223's feel like razors how they cut through
Early in the mornin', cuttin' through Harrods (Yeah)
The shoe box my first bank, now it's a New Balance (New one)
In little Ochi with the killy dem and few parrots
Still I keep the rhymes comin' like a new talent
Chanel runners, YSL jumpers (Uh)
Hope the feds don't grab me, I'm a bail jumper
Took the L plate, he ain't in his cell bothered
He wouldn't tell even if they gave him twelve numbers (Real one)
Niggas shell shocked askin' where the roof went (Where it go?)
I put in work, you was puttin' in ya two cents (Haha)
Shorty wanna know my fragrance, that's the new scent (Cashmere)
You could rap how I rap, it make ya tooth bent (It ain't for you)
Rock the Balmain denim in the pool house (Yeah)
Yard dance where they party with they tools out (Yeah)
Or I'm out on Collins Ave eatin' Now or Laters (Miami)
Twelve-gauge red and green shells, Power Rangers (Bo-Bo-Boom)
Sixty-inch screen watchin' Derby's
Louis headscarf, must be Mr. Myagi (Must be)
I'm Daniel-san with SIG Sauer
If they grab you with this, you need a big lawyer (Trust)
Got familiar with the cats sellin' dog food (Uh-huh)
Put a tracker on ya car, that's a mob move (Woo)
Bomb squad, they know everywhere ya boss move (They know it)
.223's feel like razors how they cut through
Early in the mornin', cuttin' through Harrods (Yeah)
The shoe box my first bank, now it's a New Balance (New one)
In little Ochi with the killy dem and few parrots
Still I keep the rhymes comin' like a new talent
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