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youngs teflon - game over lyrics

[verse 1 + youngs teflon]
i hustle like a sweatshop, grinding out the best work
rather see my face on a flyer than a sweatshirt
had to run my coin up cause i was tryna get work
line ringing all night, i ain’t doing s+x work
nine times nineteen, fam that’s how the tec work
skipped a lot of leg day but done a lot of leg work
if i ain’t what you expect, save it for the next jerk
kicked a lot of exes to the curb, i’m an expert

[verse 2 + tiny boost]
they gon’ make me dust my boots off
and tell the plug “go line me up a ooter”
and let ’em know that i’m stepping way heavier
i’m tryna shake the game up like a red nose pitbull terrier
it’s like america the way we open carry
tefs told ’em “don’t come out without your bally”
the little broski dem still posted in the alley
i’m a grown man like my first name gary
[verse 3 + youngs teflon]
i grew up with the rough guys
playing sixty+six in the cage with the tough guys
twenty+two auto and the thirty+eight snub guys
now they’re in the pen cah the feds caught ’em offside
mummy cried for her dead son, i’ve seen it nuff times
now i want a kid, a black man but i still clutch mine
cah i ain’t got beef with no n+ggas tryna jump me
i’m in too deep, n+ggas wanna see me offline

[verse 4 + tiny boost]
i’m outside like kiss on the verzuz
if you want me on your song it gon’ cost a few quid for my verses
you think they’re telling true stories cah you ain’t heard my versions
raps ain’t matching, i’m the person
f+ck ’em all and the person that birthed ’em
bag it up and when you’re done wipe the surface
jewels on but she’s walking round shirtless
f+ck it’s like h+ll cah my money keep burning

[verse 5 + youngs teflon]
you got fired from your job but i’m an artist on fire
brick price going up, i’m marlo in the wire
la cosa nostra style, don corlo get you hired
my young drilla tryna leave your head by the tyres
cause everybody’s mad until the mad men come out
i outran n+ggas that i used to play run outs
and knock down ginger, there’s glock rounds and dingers
bar codes and bitcoin, narcos and ninjas
[verse 6 + tiny boost]
limo tints on the viano’s
i bring families together like lucky luciano
you ain’t never hit the landing in your bathrobe
homemade nank and a bar of soap
bag full of rock, no bar salt
the way i got this dark low, you would think i was ar
time to slide, i’m the guy that’s gon’ take part
nah you ain’t in my weight class

[verse 7 + youngs teflon]
this is t.b. and y.t., the wait’s over
phone the connect, tell him “bring the weight over”
we’ve been spitting game for a minute, game over
all i know is stand up guys and straight soldiers

[verse 8 + tiny boost]
this is y.t. and t.b., the weight’s over
call the connect, tell him “bring the weight over”
we’ve been spitting game for a minute, game over
all i know is stand up guys and straight soldiers

- youngs teflon lyrics

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