Ayye, ayye, 150 Dream Team, uh
Packs came in, roll a Wood to see what the gas like (Posto)
Welcome to the fast life, buy a hemi to see what the dash like
Used to ride Buicks, Taruses, now I get 10k for choruses
Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit
Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit
Fine freak bitches don't want boring shit
Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit
Check my bank account, my shit enornomous
I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus
I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act like CB4 shit
Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them
Back up on my shit I need some more of them
Never satisfied, I need millions
Niggas sitting 'round, it's civilians
It's civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children
Real street nigga, I ain't feelin' it
But when it come to beef, I ain't full of shit
Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em
Everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em
Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em
Sober than a bitch, I ain't been sippin' shit
Stacking hundreds, making forties, flipping shit
Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents
Probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man
Know my diffles, want it, bye bye many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then
Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga
Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem f*ck around and get me him
And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again
Know security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in
150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey
And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it
I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it
Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it
I can't trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it
F*ck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it
I ain't worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it
I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it
Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it
Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin'
When I die, don't let no pussy niggas in my service
My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service
I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving
Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose
If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose
What the f*ck up with the world, everybody savage
Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at
Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat
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Ayye, ayye, 150 Dream Team, uh
Packs came in, roll a Wood to see what the gas like (Posto)
Welcome to the fast life, buy a hemi to see what the dash like
Used to ride Buicks, Taruses, now I get 10k for choruses
Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit
Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit
Fine freak bitches don't want boring shit
Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit
Check my bank account, my shit enornomous
I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus
I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act like CB4 shit
Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them
Back up on my shit I need some more of them
Never satisfied, I need millions
Niggas sitting 'round, it's civilians
It's civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children
Real street nigga, I ain't feelin' it
But when it come to beef, I ain't full of shit
Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em
Everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em
Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em
Sober than a bitch, I ain't been sippin' shit
Stacking hundreds, making forties, flipping shit
Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents
Probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man
Know my diffles, want it, bye bye many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then
Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga
Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem f*ck around and get me him
And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again
Know security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in
150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey
And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it
I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it
Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it
I can't trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it
F*ck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it
I ain't worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it
I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it
Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it
Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin'
When I die, don't let no pussy niggas in my service
My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service
I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving
Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose
If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose
What the f*ck up with the world, everybody savage
Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at
Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat
Packs came in, roll a Wood to see what the gas like (Posto)
Welcome to the fast life, buy a hemi to see what the dash like
Used to ride Buicks, Taruses, now I get 10k for choruses
Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit
Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit
Fine freak bitches don't want boring shit
Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit
Check my bank account, my shit enornomous
I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus
I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act like CB4 shit
Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them
Back up on my shit I need some more of them
Never satisfied, I need millions
Niggas sitting 'round, it's civilians
It's civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children
Real street nigga, I ain't feelin' it
But when it come to beef, I ain't full of shit
Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em
Everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em
Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em
Sober than a bitch, I ain't been sippin' shit
Stacking hundreds, making forties, flipping shit
Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents
Probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man
Know my diffles, want it, bye bye many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then
Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga
Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem f*ck around and get me him
And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again
Know security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in
150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey
And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it
I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it
Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it
I can't trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it
F*ck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it
I ain't worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it
I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it
Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it
Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin'
When I die, don't let no pussy niggas in my service
My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service
I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving
Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose
If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose
What the f*ck up with the world, everybody savage
Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at
Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat
Writer: HERBERT WRIGHT
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC