[Intro: Youngs Teflon]
Yeah
(Hahaha, Richmade)
This that five below shit
This that rich made shit
Don't come outside without your bally on (Uh-huh)
Check it (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
I'm a good yute but I know how to use a semi (Yeah)
These n***as too red eye (Uh)
Back of the beamer, got a TV, it's a LI
Black AF1s when I'm feelin' like a rebel (Uh)
Turn me to a Sith, I grew up tryin' to be a Jedi (I swear)
But I ain't finished trainin'
Had to wipe my eyes when I done it, it was rainin'
Ways that we sling, not the gym, we still gainin' (Uh-uh)
Ask me how I'm doin', I'm juist pain-maintainin' (I guess)
New Chromе spinners, but it's lookin' like the old onе
No safety on it, gotta feel it with the gold ones
You ain't never ratted with the n***as who got told on me
My sword big like Trunks, n***as switched up, like Gohan
Told my youngins "Chill", but they not easy (Uh-uh)
They be tryin' to turn you to a ghost without a ouija
N***as grieve with envy, they Luigi (Huh?)
Pockets full of sweets, these ain't Haribos
Drop your MAC, pin, and we gon' fix you like Mario (Hee-hee)
[Chorus: Youngs Teflon]
This flick so good, it came from Panama (Panama)
My booter give it to you from a Yamaha (Grrt)
Half my brothers been remanded on a hammer charge (Half)
It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle bar (Now what they say, y'all?)
Still, we spit the real rap, the outsiders can't relate (They can't)
This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape (All of that)
From a town where we sold brown, eating after eights
Relegate you broad-day, don't wait 'til it's after eight

[Verse 2: Giggs]
They know that I talk it same way that I walk it
Gloves, backin' stones, I'm like Thanos with the gauntlet (Sheesh)
N***as know the quotes, pussy-o's are gettin' tortured
Man, these n***as gettin' old, but still bangin', it's exhaustin' (Haha)
Poll is gettin' wiser, they should call me Yoda
Steppin' on you spiders, big arachnophobia (Yeah)
I'm a busy man, so I've got a busy rotor
It's a raggy road, in the cab with Abiola (Ha)
Holler with the ting on the stove, I guess I've been there
I was low on Bellender Road, kept a ting, yeah (Yeah)
That was back when man had the phone in the king's list
Now, I got a bitch on the boat, in her swimwear
I'm back with the Tekkers, I sat with the steppers
You wolves get clapped, I'm a shepherd
And lwithe brings you lessons, they fold under pressure
And that's when we bless 'em (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
I don't trust a n***a to know, better watch it (Yeah)
Easy with the 'who does he know?', caught him wafflin' (Yeah)
Now, I'm at the top, I'm the G.O.A.T.,
Hollow Man's been buildin' up the game for the kids, I'm adopted (Sheesh)
Your black MAC-11, you're blessed, I'm the reverend
I hustled, I rapped in my bedroom, from Brixton to Peckham
Any features with hollow, just tell 'em "I rapped with a legend"
[Chorus: Youngs Teflon]
This flick so good, it came from Panama
My booter give it you from a Yamaha
Half my brothers been reminded on a hammer charge
It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle bar
Still, we spit the real rap, the outsiders can't relate
This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape
From a town where we sold brown, eating after eights (Uh-huh)
Relegate you broad-day, don't wait 'til it's after eight

[Verse 3: Youngs Teflon]
I'm a good yute, but I know how to use a spinners (Uh)
The n***as too inner
Back of the beamer, got a table, what's for dinner?
Devil may cry wolf, but nobody gon' hear you (Shh)
Mommy's little angels, how I turn it to a sinner? (How?)
But, I ain't done repentin'
Keep an extra pair of gloves, 'cause I ain't done trenchin' (Uh-uh)
I ain't done clenchin'
Jimmy Conway not Jimmy Henchman
Lift the whole .36 and I'm not even benchin' (Now, what you say, y'all?)
Catch me watchin' Sopranos, eatin' pasta
Thirty-eight slugs, all gold, like the BAFTA's (Uh)
Push him in the Maggie, we call them Thatchers
They goin' through the walls like Caspar
Told my youngers to chill but they won't have a bar (No)
They just wanna go and do a massacre
They rise up that luger like my manager
You ever put your addy in a satnav?
They ain't bring a phone, but they gon' turn you to a hashtag