Strange

[Intro : Vaughn ] Solo Cup Team you bum ass niggas We ain't playin' with ya'll Fuck bottles I got a red cup and a blunt Cuz thats what real niggas do [Verse 1 : Zilla] Shark Weeks coming yeah its overdue Don't worry August is even getting closer too Download yes I am hoping you do Nigga I am only fucking with a chosen few Team Solo Cup...hmmmm...yeah thats it Kickin' flows so hard on tracks that they backflip Don't act sick ya dick cuz ya mad stiff I'm filling in for you blanks call me mad-libs Yeah Trey steals ya girls and then brings em' to me Team Solo Cup aka rapin' pussies Shutting you assholes up yeah I'm taping tushies I don't care what you assholes say cuz you gay and musy [Interlude : Vaughn] Thought we was jokin' I ain't chaning for none of you sucka ass niggas Still rock double xl shirts in the summertime with timbs and shit Long ass church socks I ain't changing for none of these bum ass tight ass jean niggas I'm a real nigga nah mean Lays with ranch dressing all on it I don't play no games Nah mean Shark Week get ready nigga Get that A-trak CD nigga [Verse 2 : Zilla] Bring it back to the beat they ain't made for this Every single night I fantasize about taylor swift Taking rips of salvia, then I take a trip Staring at a big pool of lava and I take a dip Skinny dipping with midgets eating crickets Smackin' bitches with my cellphone yellin' give me digits Yes I'm vicious Take a bite out of a bitch, tell her she's fucking delicious And I'm out bitch........ [Interlude 2 : Vaughn] All these girls is fucking with the Solo Cup Team Fuck chicken we eatin' shrimp and shit All that butter all that garlic We ain't got none of that fake ass shit I'm all about my cheddar nigga red lobster biscuits [Verse 3: Culayd] All my niggas is demons and so psychotic But it's alright this shits bionic I do this shit for ya idiotics I tell ya how I get it till' that they think I'm gone And everybody know Team Solo Cup I put it on What they wanna talk about ain't nothin to a g like me C-U-L-A-Y-D, I get it gangsta man you ain't a g I tell you what it is, I show you what its like, they know I get it done I do it everynight, ya'll know I'm one Dropped that bout that three days ago and now I'm goin' in some more I'm just tryna get some dough, I'm tryna get a little cheese just to make it better Whatever, I'm counting cheddar I do this shit like a real berretta I'm always poppin' off These lame ass niggas soft And I ain't tell em' nothin, but you got weak sauce And I'm a real boss Stack it up you can't have it I do this own thing, homie I'm a lyrical ratchet Always blastin' shit Homie this ain't no blanks All fuck is dime bitches...no skanks