Sett - Teamo lyrics
Kaimon Carwell
[Sett - Teamo lyrics]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
DJ Meech, lil' bitch, uh
I done seen my nigga pass away
And I ain't even cry (Shit, 3)
Stuck in my feelings 'bout the opps
Somebody gotta die (On God)
My niggas sellin' dope for my nigga
And get bucked for his fire
My niggas still be boppin', they
Celebrate, all cars they ride, celebrate
With guns they took and
Niggas think they shook
I'm from South Vegas where you get
Ran and niggas' shit get took
Step on step on steppers in the
City where slime get crooked
All my niggas died off risks
And know I'll kill shit i got plenty money
I won't be myself if I pay a hit
(I ain't payin' for nothin')
I can call bro for a bush move
I know that he the shit (Run for it)
He got patience for this shit
He ain't got nothin' to lose but six child'
I'll take care this shit (Murder and love)
Whole hood purple fit
Missin' G baby and I can't sleep
I got a thirty itch
My nigga cop a GTA, he mad
He think I fucked his bitch (Free Za)
He can get whatever, load his books
State payday on his list
For that straight I'm here, my nigga
And my head talkin' to him (SG)
Sayin' it from the heart
He say he got a two-week killin' streak
(I feel you) oh, that's how y'all feel me?
(Huh?) I can really keep it P (P)
Behind my name, it got a G (G, nigga)
The odds forever beat
I can go below or take a seat
I'll put my faith in 3 (Ayy, CO3)
Fought somethin' old through all
The years, got locked, they broke on me
(They gave up on me)
Couldn't even make a call, they
Ask I'm in it, they ain't pick up for me
(Fuck them though)
I don't know how my mama feel (Mama feel)
Talkin' to her grave
I'm tryna tell her that I need her here
(I need you there) two sisters they love
But they brothers 'nem still up in they ear
They ain't feel the same way I feel
One been gone fifteen years (Fifteen)
Baby boy, I got blood up on my feet
Concrete in here (yeah)
Only thing I fear is my shadow
The reason that I'm here
Watchin' every second
Don't know which move I'll pull in here
(Crook move) backstabber, I got that poker
Better watch your rear (Backdoor)
Lord know how I come, just know I'm close
Now I got near (Come here, boy)
Feel it, nigga (On God) , is you feelin'
Nigga? (Pussy-ass nigga)
That's my feelin', nigga
I done seen my nigga pass away
And I ain't even cry (Shit, 3)
Stuck in my feelings 'bout the opps
Somebody gotta die (On God)
My niggas sellin' dope for my nigga
And get bucked for his fire
My niggas still be boppin', they
Celebrate, all cars they ride, celebrate
With guns they took and
Niggas think they shook
I'm from South Vegas where you get
Ran and niggas' shit get took
Step on step on steppers in the
City where slime get crooked
All my niggas died off risks
And know I'll kill shit i got plenty money
I won't be myself if I pay a hit
(I ain't payin' for nothin')
I can call bro for a bush move
I know that he the shit (Run for it)
He got patience for this shit
He ain't got nothin' to lose but six child'
I'll take care this shit (Murder and love)
Whole hood purple fit
Missin' G baby and I can't sleep
I got a thirty itch
My nigga cop a GTA, he mad
He think I fucked his bitch (Free Za)
He can get whatever, load his books
State payday on his list
For that straight I'm here, my nigga
And my head talkin' to him (SG)
DJ Meech, lil' bitch, uh
I done seen my nigga pass away
And I ain't even cry (Shit, 3)
Stuck in my feelings 'bout the opps
Somebody gotta die (On God)
My niggas sellin' dope for my nigga
And get bucked for his fire
My niggas still be boppin', they
Celebrate, all cars they ride, celebrate
With guns they took and
Niggas think they shook
I'm from South Vegas where you get
Ran and niggas' shit get took
Step on step on steppers in the
City where slime get crooked
All my niggas died off risks
And know I'll kill shit i got plenty money
I won't be myself if I pay a hit
(I ain't payin' for nothin')
I can call bro for a bush move
I know that he the shit (Run for it)
He got patience for this shit
He ain't got nothin' to lose but six child'
I'll take care this shit (Murder and love)
Whole hood purple fit
Missin' G baby and I can't sleep
I got a thirty itch
My nigga cop a GTA, he mad
He think I fucked his bitch (Free Za)
He can get whatever, load his books
State payday on his list
For that straight I'm here, my nigga
And my head talkin' to him (SG)
Sayin' it from the heart
He say he got a two-week killin' streak
(I feel you) oh, that's how y'all feel me?
(Huh?) I can really keep it P (P)
Behind my name, it got a G (G, nigga)
The odds forever beat
I can go below or take a seat
I'll put my faith in 3 (Ayy, CO3)
Fought somethin' old through all
The years, got locked, they broke on me
(They gave up on me)
Couldn't even make a call, they
Ask I'm in it, they ain't pick up for me
(Fuck them though)
I don't know how my mama feel (Mama feel)
Talkin' to her grave
I'm tryna tell her that I need her here
(I need you there) two sisters they love
But they brothers 'nem still up in they ear
They ain't feel the same way I feel
One been gone fifteen years (Fifteen)
Baby boy, I got blood up on my feet
Concrete in here (yeah)
Only thing I fear is my shadow
The reason that I'm here
Watchin' every second
Don't know which move I'll pull in here
(Crook move) backstabber, I got that poker
Better watch your rear (Backdoor)
Lord know how I come, just know I'm close
Now I got near (Come here, boy)
Feel it, nigga (On God) , is you feelin'
Nigga? (Pussy-ass nigga)
That's my feelin', nigga
I done seen my nigga pass away
And I ain't even cry (Shit, 3)
Stuck in my feelings 'bout the opps
Somebody gotta die (On God)
My niggas sellin' dope for my nigga
And get bucked for his fire
My niggas still be boppin', they
Celebrate, all cars they ride, celebrate
With guns they took and
Niggas think they shook
I'm from South Vegas where you get
Ran and niggas' shit get took
Step on step on steppers in the
City where slime get crooked
All my niggas died off risks
And know I'll kill shit i got plenty money
I won't be myself if I pay a hit
(I ain't payin' for nothin')
I can call bro for a bush move
I know that he the shit (Run for it)
He got patience for this shit
He ain't got nothin' to lose but six child'
I'll take care this shit (Murder and love)
Whole hood purple fit
Missin' G baby and I can't sleep
I got a thirty itch
My nigga cop a GTA, he mad
He think I fucked his bitch (Free Za)
He can get whatever, load his books
State payday on his list
For that straight I'm here, my nigga
And my head talkin' to him (SG)