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trickk cobangg - team (ft. che savage) lyrics

-williep production-

[chorus: trickk cobangg]

can’t play with these n-ggas
they not on my team
catch you in the field
glock with a beam (boom!)
you know what i mean
my n-ggas is mean
won’t ball with these n-ggas
they not on my team x2

[verse 1:che savage]

don’t f-ck with me i don’t f-ck with you
from a different set from a different crew
got different cloth got on different shoes
my n-ggas don’t talk my n-ggas shoot
we f-ck up the streets and we f-ck up the booth
ask all these b-tches they know how we do
n-ggas is hatin’ they seeing proof
n-ggas is hatin’ they see we the truth
so watch how you talkin
my n-ggas stay strapped
they down to ride straight homicide
so n-gga get back
you know willie p
you know trickk cobangg
you know the set
you know the gang
we made the booth and ain’t sh-t the same
we after bread
you after fame
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
they not on my team
these b-tches always ask me
they say “why you so mean?”
i tell em “it’s just business it ain’t sh-t in between”
it’s a dog eat dog
is you eating or you feed? (sh-t)
southside till i d.i.e
i’ma tell you like a n-gga told me
“betta get that dough
betta stack that cheese
it dont matter what you f-cking see”
things traumatize
these homicides
these childish eyes
that’ll tell you lies
but never mind that
where ya grind at?
where shine at?
that’s where you ride?
southside!!!!!

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:trickk cobangg]

i gotta put food on the table
gotta family to feed
all my n-ggas want is g’s
all my n-ggas is g’s
all my n-ggas from the p’s
all my n-ggas will squeeze
and we all run from the d’s
kuz we all dirtier than the p’s
now we take off in a leer jet
i was sippin lean and a beer next
all y’all n-ggas got bare necks
while mine so cold need a bear neck
i f-ck up a check ‘fore the check clear
n-ggas overseas catch wreck there
i gotta verse press rec’ yeah
so cold i record in a montclair
they seen me pull up with a bad b-tch
she rockin my jersey backwards
just to show the last name
all these b-tches want is fame
i act like i don’t play the games
all i really want is brain
walking like a zombie with a chain
i was off prometh and codeine
i-i-i-i hopped outta the rocket
bands all in my pocket
they ask why i’m stuntin
i said “kuz i got it”
they talk about it
and the pound on me i’ma trending topic
you gone hear about it
you gone read about it
and real n-ggas all you see around me
kuz real n-ggas what i keep around me

[chorus x2]

- trickk cobangg lyrics

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