Team Wiped (feat. RealRichIzzo)

Big two four s**t n***a

Real rich

Y’all know what the f**k going on

Took her to the couch she ain’t get to see the bedroom,

AR got kick when this b***h blowin it need leg room,

J in Kentucky don’t got dinners but he sell food,

Scared of who? I could be the driver and Ima still shoot,

Bro out the roof, ain’t even gotta speak on what he finna do,

We’ll flip your 392 with 762s, you mad yo b***h lovin the crew, that’s what this kid do,

I spent a couple bands on my shoes, just to walk down on you,

She like why yo car ain’t got a roof? Told her to ask Moo,

Woods just bought another new coupe, I think I want one too,

She wanna hold it sideways and suck it, like she blowin a flute,

I drink so much codeine every day, how could I catch the flu?

Stopped rappin for a minute I been bendin, n***as jumpin,

I ain’t goin out like no b***h they had the switch I still punched em,

He got his friend hit, now he know he shouldn’t have touched me,

Still be blowin at them n***as, they just keep on gettin lucky,

10s 9s and 8s, I ain’t f**kin if she ugly,

I been runnin for a long ass time, cross country,

How the f**k y’all n***as gettin shot across country,

My bag got all types of different s**t like some munchies,

I just popped a perc, I’m geeked up I want a dub a piece,

I know where all the opps at I popped a UAV,

Walk em down, no drive bys I can’t slide with Key,

Bro just got his lick back but he ain’t signed to G

Team wiped, we put all them n***as in the Gulag,

I f**ked and put her on the cam, I’m a douchebag,

Old h*es see me gettin money, want a new ass,

But she left when I was broke with her threw ass,

Man that n***a run slowed up he gettin blue packs,

We turned that n***a main mans into a new tat

All my opps got some s**t in common they gettin blew at,

N***a said he first to shoot but didn’t shoot back,

He had a rap career somebody ended him,

Run inside this crib my b***h blowin like she India,

This b***h swear she ain’t goin but I’m hittin her,

She cute on instagram but in person I ain’t feelin her,

Free my opp, I can’t wait until I drop homie,

White gold Cartier, yeah this mine homie,

And you know who took yo s**t come and slide on me,

Instead of tryna buy it back you need to buy a goalie,

We keep scorin back to back to back to back they called a timeout,

Lik done hit so many n***as he done fouled out,

Seen my ex b***h last week she out of style now,

All her friends like Mike, but he ain’t Bow Wow

N***a name it I done done it yo big brotha prolly slumped,

Don’t sell QPs and onions Fatt Tae got pills by the busload,

Ima call you lil Ferragamo, cause you cuff h*es,

N***as out here suckin on hookah, get the f**k on,

I just made a hundred off an app, I don’t touch phones,

Let a n***a disrespect Lik, he get touched on,

We love turnin n***as into weed, who think they tuff tone

That n***a shooter was scorin every week, now his touch gone