Hook:

Don’t fuck wit the team, we shoot thangs

I cannot fuck wit you pussy you too lame

Look at my neck it’s a new chain

I’m finna run in his crib like I’m Usain

Makin it flip, gymnastic

I got the shorties I hit, then pass it

Bro got a stick, a gat bitch

If you walk up on my shit, we blastin (x2)

Verse 1:

I see a opp it get hectic

You don’t want static so do not address it

I got that bitch on my checklist

Talkin so crazy you know that I’m next bitch

I be walkin in the section, gave me her number I won’t ever text it

Diamonds shine up on the necklace, I know they jealous and I jus be flexin

Fuck it I spin like a dreidel

Wanna be talkin I make it a fable

See that I’m rappin they said I’m unable and peep all the shit that I bring to the table

I got a shorty she for the team

Not for the money it’s more than green

All of these bitches be sayin they loyal, sorry but you just a whore to me

Ballin all season they callin me Kobe

Homie I’m dayroom, no you don’t know me

I really got so much bread and cheese, she look at my pockets and thought I was obese

Said that I’m crazy I need meds

Sleepin on me so they don’t even see beds

Pussy jackin EBK, say you from the hood little boy but you livin in sheepshead

I get the breesh, they callin me Bill Gates

Kind of ironic I know that you real fake

I’m not a redneck, but I still kill bait

Talkin static pussy what I said I chill wait

Ride around the motherfuckin city keep it hot you really be be talkin so better watch it we get somebody dropped and I was starin at the at the motherfuckin cielin wit a vision gotta get it cus I’m in it you finally gonna pop

Hook:

Don’t fuck wit the team, we shoot thangs

I cannot fuck wit you pussy you too lame

Look at my neck it’s a new chain

I’m finna run in his crib like I’m Usain

Makin it flip, gymnastic

I got the shorties I hit, then pass it

Bro got a stick, a gat bitch

If you walk up on my shit, we blastin (x2)

Verse 2:

Say you cool with everybody so how in the fuck are you EBK homie?

Stupid, chasin the bank and they already knew this, wanna get the blue strips

Shawty wanna pull up and I’m all up in her ear, no q-tip

Call me Sheff G, the way that I’m movin (m8v3n)

Countin the hundids I pull up wit new drip

You wanna hate then it’s fuck you too bitch

.40 go bang bang, yes I’m on the same thang, audemars goin clank clank

Pull up in a range range, I got all the money on me lookin like a bank bank

Brodie got a spliff, that’s stank stank

Wanna get a response, no DaBaby, shits blank blank

I don’t wanna say thanks, you really got fake claims, hoppin in a great lane, rollie call it a plain jane

You talkin anonymously

You is a pussy you talkin shit

Good rappers and lyricism really is something not predominant

I’m really one of the few and I’m poppin shit, it’s obvious

Takin a chance and I wanna blow up, but never the way that Osama did

Hook:

Don’t fuck wit the team, we shoot thangs

I cannot fuck wit you pussy you too lame

Look at my neck it’s a new chain

I’m finna run in his crib like I’m Usain

Makin it flip, gymnastic

I got the shorties I hit, then pass it

Bro got a stick, a gat bitch

If you walk up on my shit, we blastin