Fredo Bang - Street Team lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Street Team lyrics]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose, Hardbody)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper from Nеw Orleans get to shaking
This that chopper stylе smoking opps
I could burn a nigga like a black and mild
We killed your mans, i let him join the gang
Because I like his style (How many shots?)
I'm Andre
Got three thousand just like Ottawa (Woo)
Dancing with that Draco while I shoot
Check my two-step i been knocking niggas out
Since I touched down, i got a few left
Be with my blood, but I know
Cuz, he keep a chop, he got a blue belt
I said it all from Badass but
I'm not my cousin Boo, yeah
Got a hundred in the drum
What you mean? This a party pack
Ed, Edd n Eddy, bitch
I'm running circles through my cul-de-sac
Tell your brother chill before you
Never get your sibling back
Draco get to rrr-rrr like I told
The DJ run it back
Bitch, I be with demons, I'm real evil
I can't right one
Got my stick up in the party so
Don't think this is the fight song
Don't take no disrespect, talk
Out your neck, you might not last long
(Gang, gang, gang) they call me a dummy
Just need somebody I can crash on
Riding 'round with Glocks, we got mops
Get your street cleaned (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck an album, I be pushing bodies
This a street team (Ha, ha, ha)
I just heard his song, he
Screaming, "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
(He screamin' slatt)
When I catch him, I'ma lay
That blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
(Baow, baow, baow)
You can run the pump but you can't hide
(Hide, hide, hide)
Heard he dissed me in that
Song but he ain't slide (He ain't slide)
I just heard his song, he
Screaming, "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
(Baow, baow, baow)
When I catch him, I'ma lay
That blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
(Grrr)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose, Hardbody)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper from Nеw Orleans get to shaking
This that chopper stylе smoking opps
I could burn a nigga like a black and mild
We killed your mans, i let him join the gang
Because I like his style (How many shots?)
I'm Andre
Got three thousand just like Ottawa (Woo)
Dancing with that Draco while I shoot
Check my two-step i been knocking niggas out
Since I touched down, i got a few left
Be with my blood, but I know
Cuz, he keep a chop, he got a blue belt
I said it all from Badass but
I'm not my cousin Boo, yeah
Got a hundred in the drum
What you mean? This a party pack
Ed, Edd n Eddy, bitch
I'm running circles through my cul-de-sac
Tell your brother chill before you
Never get your sibling back
Draco get to rrr-rrr like I told
The DJ run it back
Bitch, I be with demons, I'm real evil
I can't right one
Got my stick up in the party so
Don't think this is the fight song
Don't take no disrespect, talk
Out your neck, you might not last long
(Gang, gang, gang) they call me a dummy
Just need somebody I can crash on
Riding 'round with Glocks, we got mops
Get your street cleaned (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck an album, I be pushing bodies
This a street team (Ha, ha, ha)
I just heard his song, he
Screaming, "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
(He screamin' slatt)
When I catch him, I'ma lay
That blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
(Baow, baow, baow)
You can run the pump but you can't hide
(Hide, hide, hide)
Heard he dissed me in that
Song but he ain't slide (He ain't slide)
I just heard his song, he
Screaming, "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
(Baow, baow, baow)
When I catch him, I'ma lay
That blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
(Grrr)