DreamTeam - Game Over (feat. Stephen Pierce, Donnyguapo, Watuh & Twigg_)

I don't gotta brag my bitch is doing all the talking
I don't even smoke a nigga cooked off the hotbox
All this shit I wrote watch how I get it off
I don't operate with hoes cause they be doing too much
Yeah I don't operate hoes cause they be doing too much
Michael Redd a nigga all about a Buck
If it's money on the floor we clean it up
We got the same dream it's only right we team up
Bro hopped on this bitch and snapped on it like weak branches
Blunts like a tree trunk we be smoking that mean skunk
I'm out where the wild things are making minks bruh
Savage to the max that nigga randy can't see me
I heard the feds pressed his line and now he willing to talk
I ain't never did a skit bitch Im still finna walk
They way y'all post it on the gram I swear I pity you all
I ain't never did a trip somehow we still get it off
One of a kind like a hole in one up in golf
She call me up and Imma kill it
Outlining the chalk
Get paid young nigga Im slapping to Dolph
Rocking off white in Tahoe it match with the frost
Snowman runts had me higher than the Alpine mountains
Watuh my name yo bitch wet she a fountain
Flood the Rollie face niggas can't breathe yeah they drowning
Lose his life wit his snap and turn that boy to Robert Downey yeah
This shit depressing how these niggas be inspired to speak
Niggas tryna make a M off Larry June type beats
Bring ya bag 'round me then you might not eat
With a bad bitch posted she the freak of the week
Factual
Bitch don't even try to touch me my baby
Mama really might slap you if I ask her to
Lame nigga tryna get a feature I ain't taxing dude
Say no leave em shitty
That niggas fake what to do switchblade 'em
Mayflower to Bo I'm throwing bullets like I'm Mayfield
Ran through this box, I served it all what a great feeling
Brother what is beef if cooked rye just a steak meal
I came with three hoes not no reindeer
And we ain't tucking no chains we bought thangs in here
Brother get rich off a rock he a 80's kid
I've been running after bank I chase gracefully
You know what to do send the addy
That nigga weak he really stunting like his daddy
Bought a Glock with a switch it's a lil uzi new patek
CDG's with the Prada sweater I be catting look
I've been balling tryna keep up with KC
I ain't never slipped on a trip I got great feet
He want to flood his Megan Good and got waist deep
That's all I gotta say, Yee

Written by:
D. Jenkins, D. Robinson, L. Lintz, S. Pierce

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