[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
I'm all about the figures, I ain't podgy
I done it in the rain and when it's foggy
Niggas got me feeling dodgy
That's why I left the shotty in the lobby
I'ma jump if I'm ever feeling froggy
This year, my price tag went up
This Louis, not Lewis, I ain't Lennox
I spend a couple racks when I'm fed up
My G's behind the wall, keep your head up
Missed a few years but I'ma make sure you sped up
Spent your last on your whip, don't crash it
I probably spent more on a gadget
Funny how I only bought it for crashing
And I don't bash women but she knows I only call her for lashings
Pulled up to the Yellow Brick estate
Shoulda had an ice cream van 'cause I'm with TB and H
And I don't wanna hear your CD or tape
Do a cypher with these rappers and they're nicking me for GBH
[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
I got dudes doing reviews on my food like they're Keith Lee
Need that weight moved, give me a call, I'm your PT
Keep the hammer on the side, sitting like it's Greenpeace
All you dumb guys that wan' fight like it's Green Street
I bang like Chief Keef, air out your whole block
Yeah, them things ring but you can't get 'em in no phone shop
Heard you was a stepper, we might have to cut your toes off
Messing with my program will get your whole show stopped
I'm pulling niggas' curtains, them boys babies to me
I'ma hold 'em, pat 'em on their back, wipe their noses
Even on a Sunday, these niggas getting roasted
Early morning, get 'em toasted
While I sip tea but my shawty got a mocha
Tell the plug "I need grease", not the one with John Travolta
I've been down from a young'un, I ain't wait till I get older
Pecknarm is the army and I always bring the soldiers
[Verse 3: Giggs]
He coulda been a hindrance, the shotty left him injured
Slamming like Fredro Starr and Sticky Fingaz
These savages and goons that you see me with are kindred
Got me walking round like I'm the king of England
Tell him "Put my money up, add another nought"
'Bout to fuck the summer up, I'm a juggernaut
Dress slick, Hollow loves couture
Big stick, this ain't Dumbledore
Why? 'Cause we don't do magic
Got rid of them headaches, we popped them two tablets
Fired up, I got that new acid
We knocked them two crackheads
I could tell you what don't and what matters
Fuck that, I want the front and those back ends, no capping
The way we wrap him up, they're gonna hope we unwrap him
Teeth chopped like a beaver
Hunt for the sweets, top trick or treater
Lift off his feet, boy who could fly
Boxed him in, shots turned him Peter
Yeah, certified students
But even Jesus Christ got sold out by Judas
How can I lose? I gotta thank God, He rolled on my accusers
Niggas done slid
Niggas got hit up, we just got rid
Street niggas all see me like "Hollow gone sick"
I know these niggas heard what Jigga said on God Did
Yeah, it's the grown stepper season
It's three dimensional, it's a dodecahedron
Shh, they know who's the teacher
So please allow me to teach 'em
