Tag Team Champs (feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, okay (It's BlueStrip, baby)

Bitch, yeah

Gramz walked in, White Gushers, fifty for a eighth

Big drum hanging out the chop, it's sixty in the K

Old Tron was road running, putting giffies in a safe

All blues in my skinnies, it's a Nipsey type of day

Unorthodox, I just shoot the K any type of way

CPL shooters, go ahead and give yo life away

Put her bottom on a Triple S's, I'm on ice today

Catch a body in a whip and then go and change the license plate

Catch a body in a Demon then we to the chop shop

Busting in this bitch mouth like soda and some Pop Rocks

So much smoke in the droptop, it's a hot box

Bought my shooter seven weapons, all he know is drop opps

Hit dawg tee up close, turnt it to a crop top

One day I seen my uncle cook a brick in a crock-pot

You dropped a tape and I ain't hear, my nigga, you is not hot

Beat my granny boyfriend ass like, "Bro, you is not pops"

.223s'll put him in a suit, yeah, we'll bowtie him

Pop a rapper, doggy probably up in Heaven ghost-writing

Not a scrapper, K's around like KrispyLife, ain't no fighting

Finna cop the newest season Challey, it got no mileage

Yeah, yeah, yo baby mama can't relate

Tryna push the pedal pouring Wocky, had to slam the brakes

Never understood the dick sucking, ain't a man I hate

All team players, Dee just went and passed Stan the Drac'

I'm off a pill, about to break her back, "Bae, grab the brace"

They thought I hit him with a body shot till he grabbed his face

Fuck a locked box, my nigga, where the fucking safe?

I ain't tryna be Pooh Shiesty, bro, I'm tryna duck the Jakes

In other words, I'm free

Yo bitch living with you? Now I gotta drop a bag on Bri

I'm in Neiman's with a bag on me

Fuck yo baby mama, use our car, bring it back on E

Palm Angels joggy, granny told me that I'm fighting demons

Being one up? That won't last forever, pussy, I get even

Unky been show me chemistry, I was in Science sleeping

Scam star, might take a 101 and go and slide in Neiman's

Candy apple Faygo, four of Wocky, I might sleep for weeks

Told my Cali plug I'ma kill him if I see a seed

Unreleased Amiris from Revive, you ain't seen these jeans

Call akhi, he gon' call habibi, they bring TNT

Do something to one of mine and we'll kill for weeks

It's a big lighter, this a big lighter, yeah, I'm toting the heat

Oh, you love that block? Well I'm 'bout to make you hug the street

You a blunt roller, you can't do shit for me but hold the lease

Fighting and arguing with my bitch got me missing out on the pape'

Threw a body shot, she ducked, I hit her in the face

Got the pints of lean coming in, I got 'em in a crate

Iced out my neck, Hutch threw the water, I'm sitting in a lake

It's a wavy night, smoking MIA Runtz

You a worker, every check you make got a pay cut

Bitch said the dick too good, I'm Mr. Make 'Em Break Up

With some 'rillas rocking Baby Milo, you can't tame us

My bitch paid the doc for a body

Yours didn't so guess what? Now her friend fucked

Pour a four of Tris in his pop, now my pain crushed

You made yo girl pay for yo food? You a lame fuck