No I In Team
That's the squad Off top
We Mobbin
You know what I'm saying
Shoutout to everybody
We rockin
Geys MAC, thank you
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
Real nig in the place
Better watch what you say
4 nick on my hip
And it's not on safe
Disgrace the hood never
Shoot if I pull it
These are not rubber bullets
Keep it pushing
Lil Mama looking hard
Candy paint cars
Come from juggin
She's so tookin
And her man so wussy
I don't want her
But she throwing the pussy
Good looking but I'm cool
Like a Beamer leather seats
I'm smoothe
AC in the heat
I'll bring heat in Miami
Vanity Apparel
Disrespect us we gone fire
Disrespect us we gone fire
We with the shit Guillotine
West Block G-town Verbena
200 block riding
I bet some nig dying
But it's all just a part of the EPA
The G really shinIng
We organize mobbin
Turn your living
Into a dead room
I said we Mobbin
Leave your mama whimpering
And sobbing For respect
Meezy mean pay boy be at your door step
Regarding cash
Bear face no mask
Live in HD
I get the money
Then I get the ass
Top of my class nig salute a G
You talking bout paper
Then you talking about me
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
Ain't no I in team
But it's me in team
I complete the squad
God's chosen
Kick a hater like a bad habit
Losers Race
You to turtle im the damn rabbit
Got the mind of a mogul
Just trust me
Thinking more than rap
Trying to be the next puffy
Hustle like Russell
Boss like Ross
Numbers increase as the clock tick tock
Fa The ones who don't support
Dont jump the wagon later
Best believe when I'm on top
Ain't no joining later
Why is it like that
We need to back each other
I do this for my people
Free my little brother
(Free Jamarea)
Street savage
All about my cabbage
Better not cross me silly rabbit
Cause I'll let your ass have it
I'm a certified Trapper
I'm really not a rapper
You will never catch me slipping
Because I stay with my strap ah
I'm a west block general
Real nig making moves
Fuck what you nig Holla'n too
G-Town what it do
My name got 32
I never hesitate to shoot
And if you think I'm wolfin
Well nig just come and slide through
My pockets bulging
From all this paper I'm Holden
On some real Nig shit
Hoe nig already knowing
No matter where I go
Believe a nig Holden
Bitch it is what it is
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
All I know is fast money
And sticking to the script
Stay on the scene
Where money gets flipped
I'm a product of the streets
I live that fast life
Move me for the cream
In other words
I'm nothing nice
Stuntin And Thuggin
Sipping on some EXO
Never love a chick
I'm in her pockets trying to check dough
Rubber bands wrappin grands
On some go getter shit
Fly like a helicopter
Looking real exclusive
I'm far from artificial
I'm what you call authentic
The money mandatory
It's a must that I get it
Keep it lit literally
So that's what I'm gone do
Till I am resting in peace
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
We Mobbin
You know what I'm saying
Shoutout to everybody
We rockin
Geys MAC, thank you
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
Real nig in the place
Better watch what you say
4 nick on my hip
And it's not on safe
Disgrace the hood never
Shoot if I pull it
These are not rubber bullets
Keep it pushing
Lil Mama looking hard
Candy paint cars
Come from juggin
She's so tookin
And her man so wussy
I don't want her
But she throwing the pussy
Good looking but I'm cool
Like a Beamer leather seats
I'm smoothe
AC in the heat
I'll bring heat in Miami
Vanity Apparel
Disrespect us we gone fire
Disrespect us we gone fire
We with the shit Guillotine
West Block G-town Verbena
200 block riding
I bet some nig dying
But it's all just a part of the EPA
The G really shinIng
We organize mobbin
Turn your living
Into a dead room
I said we Mobbin
Leave your mama whimpering
And sobbing For respect
Meezy mean pay boy be at your door step
Regarding cash
Bear face no mask
Live in HD
I get the money
Then I get the ass
Top of my class nig salute a G
You talking bout paper
Then you talking about me
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
Ain't no I in team
But it's me in team
I complete the squad
God's chosen
Kick a hater like a bad habit
Losers Race
You to turtle im the damn rabbit
Got the mind of a mogul
Just trust me
Thinking more than rap
Trying to be the next puffy
Hustle like Russell
Boss like Ross
Numbers increase as the clock tick tock
Fa The ones who don't support
Dont jump the wagon later
Best believe when I'm on top
Ain't no joining later
Why is it like that
We need to back each other
I do this for my people
Free my little brother
(Free Jamarea)
Street savage
All about my cabbage
Better not cross me silly rabbit
Cause I'll let your ass have it
I'm a certified Trapper
I'm really not a rapper
You will never catch me slipping
Because I stay with my strap ah
I'm a west block general
Real nig making moves
Fuck what you nig Holla'n too
G-Town what it do
My name got 32
I never hesitate to shoot
And if you think I'm wolfin
Well nig just come and slide through
My pockets bulging
From all this paper I'm Holden
On some real Nig shit
Hoe nig already knowing
No matter where I go
Believe a nig Holden
Bitch it is what it is
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
All I know is fast money
And sticking to the script
Stay on the scene
Where money gets flipped
I'm a product of the streets
I live that fast life
Move me for the cream
In other words
I'm nothing nice
Stuntin And Thuggin
Sipping on some EXO
Never love a chick
I'm in her pockets trying to check dough
Rubber bands wrappin grands
On some go getter shit
Fly like a helicopter
Looking real exclusive
I'm far from artificial
I'm what you call authentic
The money mandatory
It's a must that I get it
Keep it lit literally
So that's what I'm gone do
Till I am resting in peace
Ain't no I in team
Ain't no i in mobb
Ain't no i in squad
Only I in bitch
And yo bitch got her eye
On this dick
Real Niggas from my city
Come together keep it lit
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrick Revon Peterson, Jarmal Mcgee, Shanese Campbell, Ramaj Peralez, Ahmad Forney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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