Teflon Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: CDot Honcho]

Empty that clip and a n*gga bookin
I want your b*tch then that b*tch is took
And this some sh*t when I pull up them b*tches lookin'
And I really want all of my clips to hang
Just encase you be hangin' out with a gang
You want smoke then that sh*t arranged
sh*t them bullets come back like boomerangs
Up in barneys I blew like a couple thousand
Ain't no parkin' my b*tch gotta drive around it
Wherever the law stay the f*ck from round it
Cause wherever we at there's a 30 round
Pull up on your block get to firin' it up
Fonem spazzin they always just airing sh*t up
And she know I ain't got it for her
I'm confused cuz this b*tch steady dialin' me up
But she know I just skrrt off like so long
Nino and me throwin bullets like go long
Tryna stop me from puttin my coat on
This is Moncleezy b*tch be easy
This hoe wanna see me but she got a deadline, cuz I be higher than an airline
Can't slide on a b*tch I ain't got time, but if I do clip he longer than a redline
Plus I really ain't thinkin bout facetime, foenem and them puttin you in a headline
I just sit back and rewind, watchin the skyline, thinkin' bout goin to Dubai
I be smokin that headband I'm so high
Eyes finna close like a n*gga from shanghai
I might walk in the mall and I'm blowin' it
Hop in that hellcat and get straight to floorin' it
Cop me a pint and I'm pourin' it
If it ain't money you know I'm ignoring it
If it ain't straight got a four in it
b*tch ain't a freak then that b*tch is a boring b*tch
b*tch set me up thats so over with
She know that she'll get stitched like a sewing kit
Pull out velatos they so pretty
Fendi my Tee I done paid about 450
Foe nem pull up with like four 50s, aimin' at anything that ain't got no titties
n*ggas know they cannot f*ck with me
Like they is handicapped they cannot run with me
That drank knock me out like a nyquil
Roll up the woods I be higher than light bills
n*ggas get popped like a night pill
Tryna come up but that sh*t just went downhill
That party you havin' we cancelin'
No matter where it's that fonem be travelin'
Mask up your b*tch like we traffickin'
Pay up or we sendin her back in packages
I'm movin' and trappin' with shells
n*gga I'm grindin' like I'm on that rail
I get caught then I'm makin' that bail
Shoutout my lawyer he handle that well
That drank in my cup got me stumblin'
Hear me in my car that b*tch rumblin'
Skurt off it sound like it's thunderin'
I ain't on your level I'm hoverin'
I just had a threesome with two b*tches
One of them yours I don't know who the other b*tch is
Your b*tch brought the other b*tch, that b*tch on freaky but I know b*tches so sneaky
We handle that easy, b*tch believe me
Clips like CODG
I ain't worried bout that, all the b*tches know that
I ain't got no L.O.V.E
n*ggas talkin' all that
We pull up all black, and then I get T.R.E.E
You know that's smoke for F.R.E.E
Smoke you like a (k) QP
Just bought me an uzi
Run up I'm throwin bullets like QBs
ACP a nudies, Louie belt I don't like that Gucci
While n*ggas steady tryna link I think they don't like coochie
I do not trust em, when I blink they might just try to do me