TEAM 10/31

Текст песни Thouxanbanfauni - TEAM 10/31

Yeah
Band, band, band
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom

Fuck a pandemic
Everyday we hollering
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it get your money
All these drugs on me
You run up on me then you dumb

Tried to get the one up on me
Bitch, I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash
So I show them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Amari
On them bullets fly, he crumping
You really gon' get hit
I'm too grown, no time for the jump

Don't turn me, I'm radioactive
Baby, I'm way too flashy (way too flashy)
Classy and rachet, rachet and classy
Either way nasty (either way nasty)

She calling me Daddy (ayy)
Spoke he did gon' boo her belly (ooh, ooh)
She didn't like my streaks
Imma end these since she's too romantic

Should've been madly
Madly, madly in love with the nigga
Get neglected
I ain't talking about hoes
I'm getting new fridges (Benz, Benz)

Heard your palm had got suffered
Flexing on his own niggas
Heard your palm had got dropped
Crossed out by his own niggas
Heard you got raided by S.W.A.T
And it was by your own niggas
He testified to save his ass
And told on his own niggas

Glid the day and vent the night
We don't creep up on niggas
Don't condone or vouch for that
And I need it for my own niggas

Fuck a pandemic
Everyday we hollering
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it get your money (get it money)
All these drugs on me
You run up on me then you dumb (pah, pah, pah)

Tried to get the one up on me
Bitch, I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash
So I show them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Amari
On them bullets fly, he crumping
You really gon' get hit
I'm too grown, no time for the jump

Jump who?
Extra bullets for your crew
Yeah, we been having stitches, shit ain't new
Yellow diamonds killing red like Pikacho
I'm so sick with the stick, I got the flu

I be stumping, I be marching like my troops
I hear he raided on his whole gang
Niggas really lame
Yeah, I bang for real, Billy gang
I been heating my flame

Hoe ain't lost, got that gizzy clutch
Stick all in the cup
We send bullets in a rush
Too soon, three gon' live for months

I heard that boy moving pounds
With his shit ain't adding up
Seen him work in a mill
I'm so slimey like a snail
When he cash up with his L

Fuck a pandemic
Everyday we hollering
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it get your money (get it money)
All these drugs on me
You run up on me then you dumb (pah, pah, pah)

Tried to get the one up on me
Bitch, I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash
So I show them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Amari
On them bullets fly, he crumping
You really gon' get hit
I'm too grown, no time for the jump

Fuck a pandemic
T-Team 10
T-Team 10 (T-Team 10)