Hometeam

[Wes Fif: Hook] I reign supreme Gotta make that cheese Gotta go on the work Boy I gotta cross two seas They make that play cause I'm ripping like a Russian AK Cause I grinding and chasing the dream This ain't only for me Say what? Cause I do it for the home team! (I grind) For the home team (I ball), for the home team (Stand tall) For the hometeam, I do this for the home team! (Go real) For the home team (I work), for the home team (Go bezerk) For the home team, I do this for the home team! (Uh!) [Wes Fif: Verse 1] Lit fast and blunt full'a lit grass Big wheels on a whip bitch, big ass In the South all we do is get cash Can't do shit but copy and get mad Eat your heart out, suck a nigga ? That's why they don't fuck with me Can't walk like this, so it's tough to see Off sets on a 65' gt Though the south spill oil like BP Uhh, but I clean up nice, married to the game No prenup, nice No honeymoon, I ain't even throw rice Eat the whole pie won't leave no slice Spit so sick gotta play that twice Call Young G I don't need to rock ice Yeah, and you don't even gotta ask All up front need all my cash I go hard then all ya'll ass You can go ahead and kiss all my ass That Marlins stay on my hat You know this that Florida shit Ya'll niggers know what it is Dirty South we run this shit! [Wes fif: Hook] [Big K.R.I.T: Verse 2] Hey ball out with me, crawl out with me, hear a lot of screams Saying fall out with me I'm all out with it, like he ain't saying nothing Niggas bark all day (woof), ain't scared of nothing Still in the hood like C Autographing titties and hoes is taking photos Of the baddest of bitches, bust it open call it porno Smokin' live cuz ? Higher then the bitch, skyscraper and taller Fly as the kicks Rims to big that the tire won't fit We drinking fire water and blow fire on this One of yours could mind my wrist And mind my tag, bitch too close shit mind my swag Trunk on glow, tool on deck, the blind could admire my flash I think I'm on fire, Patrón, 6 [?] Tires, supreme, whippin [?] look at it swang Never seen a sound? well look at it bang! Look at my name! Who said I ain't King? Stand there, throw some paper look at it rain Pull out my label, pull on my frame Reclining with diamonds against my brain [Wes Fif: Hook] [CyHi Da Prynce: Verse 3] From the Atl to Orlando, ain't a state that I can't go I just sit in the house on my ass Cause you all already know what I stand for Painting pictures, I'm Van Gogh Promoters paid like Santro In the studio wearing sandals Blowing blue grass, no banjo Was a hoodlum like Bun B I'm good son, I'm comfy, like Gandi But niggers still wanna jump me like bungee cords So I play my cards smart like Gin Rummy, for Rappers thats mad cause they can't out rap this country boy! Plus their bitches want me, you act like ya'll married with kids Who are you? Al Bundy? Hit a strip club, fuck a stripper Without throwing a bill up, that's chauncey I got a pretty pussy passenger with me And she ain't wearing no undies Ha! oh my bad is this your chick up in my front seat? Obviously she likes being around bread I call the bitch lunch meat But I'm tight with your ends like Shiancoe We tell em' lies, we prank hoes Got a SunTrust, on wheels, nigga that what I call a bank roll I reign supreme with the same regime With killer hooks, my games Kareem My verse is Kobe, I’ll change my number before I change my team [Wes Fif: Hook]