[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 n***as 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 n***as 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
N***a 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 n***as won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it
I'm feeling like n***as 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 n***as
Kenny Turnup on these n***as
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 [?] n***as, real n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a don't try me
I pray they don't do me like [?]
For killing these n***as without pen and pad, cause I know that it works
I know you a fuck n***a
I know why you snitching, he hang with some bitch n***as
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)