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Lyrics

[Intro] Eyy, Relax Rekords man We out here Teddy Blow, Kenny Turnup I don't really... I don't know I ain't really got shit to say to these niggas you feel me Gang [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat He mail it, I flip it, I mail him some back My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back [Verse 1: Kenny Turnup] And I'm back in the building, I still got a pack on me Still got them racks on me, still got a strap on me Damn it the Ops them be after me The cops be harassing me running the city I'm feeling like Diddy & Biggy & Jah Rule & 50 A model be with me, you get it I got it We good and I'm getting my niggas up out of the hood damn Tell the truth you know I'm better then you and your crew And I move like a veteran do What you do and get pop like Excedrin there is no settlement I woke this morning to your girl and OJ She talking bout foreplay ,I'm counting my cold play You don't think we brazy girl act like you know J She Spanish like Jose Canseco I'm counting my paper like legos I just took a flight to Jamaica me and my Grandma was looking at rainbows oh lord she a angel I really ain't worried about nothing Nigga I ain't worried bout nothing Pops hit my phone and said "Damn that boy J really out here stunting" Me and Teddy got [?] on lock, prolly somewhere chilling on a yacht Buck got *Beep* in the sock, feeling like the old one rock Feeling like Hov in this.. And I'm feeling like I'm feeling like niggas won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it I'm feeling like niggas won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat) He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat) I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back) [Bridge] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat $tash hit my jack said he just got a pack So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back) [Verse 2: Teddy Blow] Teddy, teddy blow blow Laughing at you pussy niggas Kenny Turnup on these niggas I can tell you rat, cause you snitching for cheese Put four on your head, pull off in the vert Then I'm sipping on lean Your bitch on my dick But if that pussy loose then I pass to the team If she don't get money [?], whats the use of that bitch on the scene [?] that just taught me to pause and just think Cause I done seen [?] niggas, real niggas turn [?] And I done seen black on black crimes I'm asking moms what should I think I still grab the Glock and the work and put it to work on a [?] I still got them pills on me, I still got the racks on me My cousin [?], the devil is after me Your bitch coming after me, my diamonds are blasphemy [?] Why the fuck did they [?] I must be a [?] [?] Like nigga don't try me, I'm praying to God please Like someone come sign me, before I catch a murder case Before they come sign me, like nigga don't try me I pray they don't do me like [?] For killing these niggas without pen and pad, cause I know that it works I know you a fuck nigga I know why you snitching, he hang with some bitch niggas I know I won't kick with ya, your bitch wanna flick with us She probably get dick from us, she probably buy kush from us My dick is a Kush to her, she probably get hooked to us She probably buy kush from us, my dick is a Kush to her Relax get it hooked to us [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat) He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat) I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back) I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat Stash hit my jack said he just got a pack So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)