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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Vocals
Wheezy
Vocals
Taurus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Taurus
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Taurus
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
Aye, call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person, yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you I got it on, yeah
[Verse 1]
Tell them little **** step they shit up, wanna be like me, pay the fine
Hop out the V, throw valet the key, walk in with Ski, we don't wait in line
Catch me V.I.P., twenty freaks, get everything free, that's all the time
Send me a eighty, we goin' crazy, you book me, at least I could fuck off a dime
Rock VVs, come straight out of mine
Two hundred G's, I'm fresh out of shine
Get dry cleaned, I'm good with me iron
Ain't never squeezed before, he be lyin'
Can't come see you, hoe, I be grindin'
Scrapin' her knees, I'm breakin' her spine
Beggin' and pleadin', I keep declinin'
Before I tell her I need her, I'm dyin'
Too turnt up, can't hear that chit-chat
Lift weight, bench press, got no six pack
Louis V, switch my fit, I'm mismatched
Soon as we snatch, you can't get shit back
And I'm with savages, fuck around get smacked
Lil' bro got one head but six hats
Ridin' with a mami, she Spanish, a hood bitch black and they both tryna split me, Kit Kat
[Chorus]
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person, yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you I got it on, yeah
[Chorus]
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Then got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong, yeah
Four-nick' hit, break bones, yeah
It don't care who strong, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm a chandelier
Just on Chrome Heart, I spend a hundred grand a year (At least)
All the thots gettin' turnt up, they standin' on the chair
End of the night, we drunk, they playin' truth or dare
Want me pull her hair
When I'm lit don't care
Really rich, I swear
Switch at least a pair
All my whips is rare (Skrrt)
Man, this shit ain't fair
Wanna be a millionaire
Come and sniff my air
I'm in a winnin' circle
Damn, yo' **** square
Money everywhere
You little **** embarrassin'
Pull up, watch 'em glare
Shit, I'm in a McLaren
Take Bottega steps
Seen you shop in clearance
Five figures for the fit, that's everything I'm wearin'
These two thousand dollar kicks when I'm just runnin' errands
I had racks when I was a jit, start takin' care of my parents
Ain't got no advance off rap, but I live in a mansion, uh
[Chorus]
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person, yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you I got it on, yeah
[Chorus]
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Then got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong, yeah
Four-nick' hit, break bones, yeah
It don't care who strong, yeah
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr, Wesley Glass