Tag Team Champs (feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

Lyrics for 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