Dc the don – Teflar

Telfar
Telfar

[Intro]

I know your bitch too friendly, free ho

A Slipknot legend, good dope

When I feel like AD, I’ma fill up the score

 

[Chorus]

My flow crazy, I know

Trey Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor

The fuck do you mean I ain’t slick like [?]

I run in yo’ shit, knocking down the back door

Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe

Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows?

Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes

You aren’t pulling no bitches without selling shows

 

[Verse 1]

That ain’t my baby, my .223 crazy

That choppa spit game, I’m in love, she my [?]

That lil’ bitch overrated, I’ll shoot back and fade it

He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement

No talk or debating, my new bitch a Asian (Go)

She be kicking dope shit, put that bitch in the pedigree

Half of these bitches off jiggies and ketamine

I just skrt, now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me (Woah, woah)

Woah, woah

It get salty, I made a new recipe (Skrt, skrt)

Got a AMG Ram with the leather seats (Skrt, skrt)

I’m the ice cream man, feel like Master P

“You got money now?” Bitch, yes, obviously (Donny)

I can go bar for bar, get to rapping like Cassidy

Turn on the news, they gon’ say it’s a tragedy

I ain’t look at your bitch, but she kept looking back at me (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

 

[Refrain]

Yes, we’re upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Go ahead, turn it some more

His girlfriend said that she like me, of course

It’s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Can’t take pictures no more

They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch

This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo’ (Go)

Woah

 

[Verse 2]

Getting [?] my dreads like a muhfuckin’ rasta

I got shootas and commas, I’m hitting your partna’

In the trap [?], turn niggas to pasta

Got an NLE choppa, my nigga a shotta

With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka

And that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin’ rounds

Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin’ rounds

Bet that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin’ rounds, yeah

Hunnid 50’s on me now, yeah

Bitch, I got hunnid 50’s on me now

And this shit for the sport, I’m finna hunt him down

If shit get cool, I’m finna heat it down

[?] he got paranoid, we hunt him down

They gon’ have to bring ambulance and get him out

He big wolf in his hood, I’m finna blow it down, bitch

 

[Bridge]

Woah, woah (What), woah (What), woah (What)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

 

[Verse 3]

Your bitch hitting my line, [?]

I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli’

Better cop it right now, boy, I’m out of your business

Gunna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah

 

[Chorus]

My flow crazy, I know

Trey Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor

The fuck do you mean I ain’t slick like [?]

I run in yo’ shit, knocking down the back door

Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe

Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows?

Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes

You aren’t getting no bitches without selling shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

 

[Refrain]

Yes, we’re upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Go ahead, turn it some more

His girlfriend said that she like me, of course

It’s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Can’t take pictures no more

They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch

This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo’

Woah

 

[Outro]

Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)

 

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