Dream Team (feat. Mirr)

Nigga talk crazy he ain't on that
Tried to walk-down, made him run back
Fuck a fifty shot, we going double that
I'm on the block cause that's where the money at
Shit off the dome, nigga don't need no pen no pad
If he talk crazy, then we spinning back
And that shit wet, I'm swim in that
That this bitch trying find, where my feelings at
And I told that luh-bitch I'm not feeling that
I'm get to a sack, where the quarter at?
I spent ten bands and I made it back
Put his name on the wall, like a thumbtack
You want a hit? Nigga that's like four racks
Outta pocket, these niggas they know that
Finna bop on that bitch like I'm Kodak

Smoking this pack, trying find where his soul at
I had two zips, but a nigga want more gas
We just dropped, nigga that's more tracks
Oh, thats a opp nigga we on that
We at your spot, we know where your home at
If he talk crazy, he getting his skull whacked
Bro want to hit a jug, I told him BOA right there
He upset, he on shit, he getting hit hard like a snare
Three niggas sticked up, shit not fair
I got two Glocks on me, that's a pair
If its smoke, put it in the air
I hit the switch, nigga disappear
I put the hollow-tip to his ear
That nigga fucked up, he can't hear

Get to jamming till he deaf
Make sure that pussy can not hear
Up that dick on that pussy nigga
Like a bitch, nigga come here
Pussy, why you running?
Cap in that rap, why you stunting?
My niggas hop-out they drumming
Sprinter van, really get to dumping
Nigga, all these GG's switches get to thumping
Twenty-one my lap, get to banging shit like Tim Duncan
Dream-team one-fifty shots we dumping
Run through ten racks during Covid
I made it back, like shit ain't nothing
You lost fifty racks during Covid
You got no motion why you stunting nigga
That's a damn shame
My niggas hop-out and taking aim
Jumpouts, hop-out and take you down
Hitting licks up out of town
If its smoke I inhale it, and take you down

Dreads swing like a "Migo"
Takeoff, on the plug for the pounds
We got cheat-codes
Bad bitch built like Karrueche
Nice face with a fat coochie
"Ms. Officer arrest me"- Lil Tunechi
She lick me up in Versace
Bullets air-bend you like origami
Put you in a box no "Futurama"
From the trenches bitch, I got trauma
Dick built like a fucking llama
Glock forty-four on me in the "White-House"
Bitch, I feel like I'm Obama
Queer ass bitch, bitch you like the drama
I just want the fucking commas
Don't diss on NGA I swear to god
We right behind ya
Leave his ass dead on the scene
He won't make it to the fucking doctor