TAG TEAM (feat. LONEGEMINII) Video (MV)

I'm rocking Rick Owen laces, I got choppas in all the suit cases
Ain't no hoes it's just money what I'm chasing
T-O-P it's the top where I'm racing
F*ck my demons came back I gotta face em
This ARP it really bake him
This Glock 19 it really take him off, T-O-P is where I'm taking off too
Yeah my money mathematic equation
Taking million dollar vacations
Hear my shit round the world yeah the nation
Run up on me then the Glock it erase him
Yeah my lyrics it shock em, my lyrics it tase em
Boy slow down dropping bull shit music
In the SRT, TrackHawk I'm zooming
In the SRT, TrackHawk I'm zooming
MJ with the Glock I'm a real deal baller
Yeah I swing on the beat like I'm Peter Parker
Bitch I'm in a cat, bitch you in a charger
My money on Bolbol yo money on smaller
Get the riches for all of my sons and my daughters
I been missing this hoe yeah I might go and call her
She was calling me bestie but she not my best friend
I ran down on a nigga with real deal Mac 10s
Huh, I'm on fire bitch I'm heating up
(Lets go)
And I hope that you see this yeah
And I hope that you feel this yuh
If I say it I mean it yuh
You know, I need it yuh
You got my heart bleeding yuh
(Yeah)
Woah I really just cause some madness
Man this shit gonna get tragic yuh
(Yuhh)
Huh, and I'm calling a play like its madden Bitch you know that I muh'f*cking had it
Yeah I fly on the beat like Aladdin, I spit fire on the beat like a dragon
I'm with Geminii up in the cut I tagged him in
I got green in my pocket like it's a salad man
Yo money it's short look like Julian Newman
They was watching my moves nigga like I was Truman
When I hop on the beat everybody start booming
When you hop on the beat everybody start booing
Yeah he say I stole his flow, I don't even listen to his songs
And the bitch nigga mad that I started a wave to this pop shit
He just mad he can't hop on the boat
I done lost like all of my bros
Yeah I only want money f*ck hoes
Yeah I hop in a Phantom I hop in a Ghost
Yeah I stood on some business I stood 10 toes
Don't let me know what you want, I cant even give you what you need
Girl, you just gotta see
I know what I wanna be
Stepping on shit til I bleed
I know that lil bitch not talking to me
Pop out with that ice, make a pussy boy freeze up
I'm rocking Rick Owen laces, I got choppas in all the suit cases
Ain't no hoes it's just money what I'm chasing
T-O-P it's the top where I'm racing
F*ck my demons came back I gotta face em
This ARP it really bake him
This Glock 19 it really take him off, T-O-P is where I'm taking off too
Yeah my money mathematic equation
Taking million dollar vacations
Hear my shit round the world yeah the nation
Run up on me then the Glock it erase him
Yeah my lyrics it shock em, my lyrics it tase em
Boy slow down dropping bull shit music
In the SRT, TrackHawk I'm zooming
In the SRT, TrackHawk I'm zooming
(I'm rocking Rick Owen laces)
(The T-O-P is where I'm racing)