My Team Go

[Intro] My team go, my team go We the hottest in the town, let your team know You don't wanna fuck around when them things blow We ain'tgotta break em down we let the things go [Verse 1] I had a few celebs before I seen a mill Was out the Memphis with the mack when I've seen a mill Wasn't eating off the rap I ain't seen the mill I knew my cars off the back, I ain't need the deal Keep a still on the lab see slump nigga No need for us to dab more than once nigga I'm in the club, I play the back I don't front nigga Kick you to the other side like a punt nigga They told me a little but learned plenty The way I rap it's clear that bottom first pennies Shirt slimmy the Louie Vuitton worth many I'm picture perfect Mister perfect Curt Henning Wasn't working now will work it, serve many Up in the work in, and kept the burn to murk any Either a roll or don’t roll Just made a hundred k on the road, no show. [Hook] My team go, my team go We the hottest in the town, let your team know You don't wanna fuck around when them things blow We ain't gotta break em down we let them things go My team go, my team go Six series till they find me in that beam low Chicks lead me with it like they've never seen dough Risk clearly lit up, we're making the gleam show [Verse 2] Who don't floss, you blow gloss On the sleeve of the two piece of the Hugo Boss Jumping the 9.11 color nouveau porshe Before you can ask a question yeah this 2 door cost (Stoopid!) Just lit the cigar, riding through Compton bumping Kendrick Lamar (Wes' side!) My main instinct is to mob I'm doped up nigga I think I'm here Jimi Hendrix's guitar (Spaced out!) I'm messed off you a safe flat Red beam on em when we play tag I hate it when a bum nigga say swag I'm stunting on em every day that's why he stay mad Versace sweat sack had Medusa head Medusa head I lay em all is what my shooter said Nothing fake about me that's why my old jeweler dead Even though they talk about me shit I'm used to head [Hook] [Verse 3] Ra, ra, ra, ra You hear that chopper well Its either locked in jail or on the block hot as hell Frying pan, I'm iron man with the Glock was held A lot of rocks to sell, back pocket, pocket scale In my cool jays but I ain't do rock the bells I'm with a brick squad like that click Waka yell Just hold you nose if you don’t like that sour smell I burn my building down, same way the towers fell [Hook]