Teflon Don - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Chico Del Vec

Uh-huh

Cheec Del Vec, M.A.F.I.A., huh

400 Entertainment, yeah

B.I.G.

forever, and ever, uh, yeah

Why you wanna test me, huh?

You better have your vest and your Teflon on

You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants

Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh

Why you wanna test me, huh?

You better have your vest and your Teflon on

You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants

Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh

I brought the 2 in, I’m heartless, next of kin

I pop your mens, leave 'em stretched out in the Benz

M.A.F.I.A.

style, kill your family and close friend

My bankroll, I make it hard to bend, I love to spend

Big haze while I’m getting head, I break bread everyday

So I can eat, hit them corners, park up the jeep

Since B.I.G.

died, I stay with the heat

It’s brand new and I didn’t even bust it yet

I got a check that I didn’t bust yet

I got a bad bitch that I didn’t fuck yet

It’s more clips to put in the TEC

Cheek Del Vec, I love rough sex, y’all know the name

I got the diesel in the hood, y’all know the gang

Junior M.A.F.I.A., niggas insane

Up to no good, we the same niggas

Ain’t nothing changed, niggas

Y’all trust me, us with the gang niggas

And a couple of olds, to the still fade

Why you wanna test me, huh?

You better have your vest and your Teflon on

You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants

Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh

Why you wanna test me, huh?

You better have your vest and your Teflon on

You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants

Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh

I slang 'til the death of it

Until my fingers start squeakin'

Blocks is cold, everything’s on the low

Like birds on corners, herbs, I’m wantin' ya

Don’t fuck with my kick, throw 'em on ya in ya face

Disrespect the whole character

I ain’t mad at ya, just in trouble

We coming at ya

The bigger they come, they harder they fall

We crew fighters, we brawl, crack your jaw

You can’t even speak no more, you’re scared

Can’t even walk the streets no more until I’m dead

You can’t hold the heat no more, can’t skeet no more

Try to run up on me while I’m in the store, you must be crazy

Now you lifting them daisies for real, uh

And every word that I say is real

Cock the steel, pop shots in your grill

Now you standing there looking stupid as fuck

You knuck huh?