Youngs Teflon Double Dose Lyrics

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Chanel runners, YSL jumpers (Uh)
Hope the feds don't grab me, I'm a bail jumper
Took the L plate, he ain't in his cell bothered
He wouldn't tell even if they gave him twelve numbers (Real one)
Niggas shell shocked askin' where the roof went (Where it go?)
I put in work, you was puttin' in ya two cents (Haha)
Shorty wanna know my fragrance, that's the new scent (Cashmere)
You could rap how I rap, it make ya tooth bent (It ain't for you)
Rock the Balmain denim in the pool house (Yeah)
Yard dance where they party with they tools out (Yeah)
Or I'm out on Collins Ave eatin' Now or Laters (Miami)
Twelve-gauge red and green shells, Power Rangers (Bo-Bo-Boom)
Sixty-inch screen watchin' Derby's
Louis headscarf, must be Mr. Myagi (Must be)
I'm Daniel-san with SIG Sauer
If they grab you with this, you need a big lawyer (Trust)
Got familiar with the cats sellin' dog food (Uh-huh)
Put a tracker on ya car, that's a mob move (Woo)
Bomb squad, they know everywhere ya boss move (They know it)
.223's feel like razors how they cut through
Early in the mornin', cuttin' through Harrods (Yeah)
The shoe box my first bank, now it's a New Balance (New one)
In little Ochi with the killy dem and few parrots
Still I keep the rhymes comin' like a new talent [Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
Ah, got your budget in a champagne bucket (For real)
I ain't in the dance if the gang can't come in (Gang)
Spent money on shoes made for runnin' (Ha)
Stone cold nigga, so you know my jaw stunnin' (Stunnin')
I'm comin' from a whole load of nothin' (Nothin')
From a youngin', did a whole load of thuggin'
Niggas can't show they hands, they on a whole load of bluffin' (Niggas bluffin')
I got racks worth of clothes in my cupboard (Yep, yep)
Can't cop one so I cop both colours (Yep, yep)
Havin' flashbacks of them old summers (Old summers)
Chillin' with the yard yutes, but the pole Russian
Yeah, peddle bikes, red buses
Ah, certified head bussers
Ah, red lights couldn't stop us (Couldn't stop us)
It feel different when you get it out them gutters (Out the gutter)
If you was with me in the mud, you my brudda (You my brudda)
And I can put that on my mother (On my mother)
I can talk about the guns and the butter (Yo)
Jakes grab one, we got funds for another
Put respec' on my name, put respect' on my come up (Yeah, yeah, yep, yep)
You ain't in my lane, shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Used to play run outs, then I did run-ups
Licks got hit, graves got dug up (Yep)
And I was there when they wasn't