Team Teen
With my team, my crew, my bool yeah
Bring lil' shorty to the crib, she a cougar
Hell nah, we ain't fighting, gotta up it bring my tool yeah
Runnin' from the smoke, that's okay we bring it to ya'
Team Teen, all my niggas get geeked pop beans
Who we? Nigga we the gang C.O.B
I rather go sip my lean
These drugs na' ain't for the weak
Choppa tote, that shit gon' sing
For that percie I feen
Backwoods, smoke 'em to the face
All my niggas get high as the fuck that's okay
Cause we rich and we paid
I know that's why they hate
I know that's why they envy me, that shit so cray
Pull up with chops
I got the perc or the xan, we pop
He play with the gang, that nigga get dropped
I love to put Faygo in my soda pop
Yeah C.O.B winning you like it or not
That nigga a fed he run to the cops
I'm with my gang to the top
Mom, TV, I know she proud of me
Neck, VV's, I know she wanna see
Me win and get that green
But I'm still gon' sip that lean
I know its the death of me
But it understand me
With my team, my crew, my bool yeah
Bring lil' shorty to the crib, she a cougar
Hell nah, we ain't fighting, gotta up it bring my tool yeah
Runnin' from the smoke, that's okay we bring it to ya'
Team Teen, all my niggas get geeked pop beans
Who we? Nigga we the gang C.O.B
I rather go sip my lean
These drugs na' ain't for the weak
Choppa tote, that shit gon' sing
For that percie I feen
Bring lil' shorty to the crib, she a cougar
Hell nah, we ain't fighting, gotta up it bring my tool yeah
Runnin' from the smoke, that's okay we bring it to ya'
Team Teen, all my niggas get geeked pop beans
Who we? Nigga we the gang C.O.B
I rather go sip my lean
These drugs na' ain't for the weak
Choppa tote, that shit gon' sing
For that percie I feen
Backwoods, smoke 'em to the face
All my niggas get high as the fuck that's okay
Cause we rich and we paid
I know that's why they hate
I know that's why they envy me, that shit so cray
Pull up with chops
I got the perc or the xan, we pop
He play with the gang, that nigga get dropped
I love to put Faygo in my soda pop
Yeah C.O.B winning you like it or not
That nigga a fed he run to the cops
I'm with my gang to the top
Mom, TV, I know she proud of me
Neck, VV's, I know she wanna see
Me win and get that green
But I'm still gon' sip that lean
I know its the death of me
But it understand me
With my team, my crew, my bool yeah
Bring lil' shorty to the crib, she a cougar
Hell nah, we ain't fighting, gotta up it bring my tool yeah
Runnin' from the smoke, that's okay we bring it to ya'
Team Teen, all my niggas get geeked pop beans
Who we? Nigga we the gang C.O.B
I rather go sip my lean
These drugs na' ain't for the weak
Choppa tote, that shit gon' sing
For that percie I feen
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Writer(s): Abe Elbalola
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