The Dream Team
(Why you can't get up off my back?)
(I can take a lot of shit but I won't take)
We ain't riding with no seatbelts nigga
But we stupid strapped
Switched lanes rack and dump the 'K' clip
And then switch to mag
Put him in a bag
I ain't trinna just throw shots I'm not gon' miss his ass
Better hope that boy don't got relations 'cuz they won't get heem back
My dawg got popped over some bullshit and they didn't tell me shit
Murder on my mind
A pussy snaked my brother on that Melly shit
I'll probably never pick up Gucci again
I used to want hella shit
Pray somebody coming with me 'Cuz dolo I'm taking hella trips
It's hella shit on my mind
World on my shoulders
Demons on my back
You can probably dodge a lot of shit but hollow tips go thru yo ass
I can shoot and pass
It's the Dream Team witcho stupid ass
You can try and be Superman until them niggas cock them fullys back
Love to throw it out the shotty
Russ Wilson with this bullet pass
Paranoid I seen this whip slide twice so I'm like who is that
On my momma I'm shooting first You better pray to God you shooting back nigga
Aye
And we ain't riding with no seatbelts nigga
But we stupid strapped
Switched lanes rack and dump the 'K' clip
And then switch to mag
Put him in a bag
I ain't trinna just throw shots I'm not gon' miss his ass
Better hope that boy don't got relations 'cuz they won't get heem back
My dawg got popped over some bullshit and they didn't tell me shit
Murder on my mind
A pussy snaked my brother on that Melly shit
I'll probably never pick up Gucci again
I used to want hella shit
Pray somebody coming with me 'cuz dolo I'm taking hella trips
I'm trinna slide fuck sukkas
Like nigga throw something
We could knuckle up or shoot it out
But you won't blow nothing
I could smell the cookie through the pack
It make my nose runny
Lying on your dead homie?
LOL
You niggas both dummy's
Squeezing til' it click
With the thirty two or fifty
I'm hitting at least twenty six
And you could run the fade
But you'd rather go out like a bitch nigga?
Are you off that?
But be bum and broke
You don't want want fade lil nigga?
Cuz go the fuck home
Niggas heard about that Sixteen Hunnid
They don't want smoke
(I can take a lot of shit but I won't take)
We ain't riding with no seatbelts nigga
But we stupid strapped
Switched lanes rack and dump the 'K' clip
And then switch to mag
Put him in a bag
I ain't trinna just throw shots I'm not gon' miss his ass
Better hope that boy don't got relations 'cuz they won't get heem back
My dawg got popped over some bullshit and they didn't tell me shit
Murder on my mind
A pussy snaked my brother on that Melly shit
I'll probably never pick up Gucci again
I used to want hella shit
Pray somebody coming with me 'Cuz dolo I'm taking hella trips
It's hella shit on my mind
World on my shoulders
Demons on my back
You can probably dodge a lot of shit but hollow tips go thru yo ass
I can shoot and pass
It's the Dream Team witcho stupid ass
You can try and be Superman until them niggas cock them fullys back
Love to throw it out the shotty
Russ Wilson with this bullet pass
Paranoid I seen this whip slide twice so I'm like who is that
On my momma I'm shooting first You better pray to God you shooting back nigga
Aye
And we ain't riding with no seatbelts nigga
But we stupid strapped
Switched lanes rack and dump the 'K' clip
And then switch to mag
Put him in a bag
I ain't trinna just throw shots I'm not gon' miss his ass
Better hope that boy don't got relations 'cuz they won't get heem back
My dawg got popped over some bullshit and they didn't tell me shit
Murder on my mind
A pussy snaked my brother on that Melly shit
I'll probably never pick up Gucci again
I used to want hella shit
Pray somebody coming with me 'cuz dolo I'm taking hella trips
I'm trinna slide fuck sukkas
Like nigga throw something
We could knuckle up or shoot it out
But you won't blow nothing
I could smell the cookie through the pack
It make my nose runny
Lying on your dead homie?
LOL
You niggas both dummy's
Squeezing til' it click
With the thirty two or fifty
I'm hitting at least twenty six
And you could run the fade
But you'd rather go out like a bitch nigga?
Are you off that?
But be bum and broke
You don't want want fade lil nigga?
Cuz go the fuck home
Niggas heard about that Sixteen Hunnid
They don't want smoke
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