ThouxanBanFauni, BBA RED - TEAM 10/31 lyrics

(Bang, Bang, bang, bang)
(Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)

Fuck a pandemic, we team 10
31 we keep our mask on (yeah)
Everyday be hollerin'
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it, get it, money
All these drums on me you run
Up on me then you dumb
Tried to get the one up on me, bitch
I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash so I
Showed them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Omarion
Them bullets fly he krumpin’
You really goin’ get hit
I’m too grown no time for the jump

Don’t tell me I’m radioactive
Baby I’m way too flashy
Classy your ass, racks of
The class, either way, nasty
She callin’ me daddy, spooky
Goin’ boo her badly
She like my streaks, I’m an empty shell
She too romantic
Should have been madly, madly
Madly in love with a nigga
Get a nigga gladly
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout hoes’
I’m gettin’ me fidgets

Heard your partner got shot for
Flexin’ on his own niggas
Heard your partner got dropped
Crossed out by his own niggas
Heard you got raided by SWAT and
It was by your own niggas
He testified to save his ass and
Told on his own niggas
Sleep the day and vent the night
We don’t creep up on niggas
Don’t condone and vouch for that
Not even for my own niggas

Fuck a pandemic, we team 10
31 we keep our mask on
Everyday be hollerin'
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it, get it, money
All these drums on me you run
Up on me then you dumb
Tried to get the one up on me, bitch
I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash so I
Showed them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Omarion
Them bullets fly he krumpin’
You really goin’ get hit
I’m too grown no time for the jump

Jump, hoop extra bullets for your crew
Yeah, we been havin’ sticks
This shit ain’t new
Yellow diamonds cuttin’ that
Rack like Pikachu
I’m so sick, with the stick, I got the flu
I been stumping
I be marching like them troops
I heard he ratted on his whole gang
Niggas really lame
Yeah, I bang for real, Billy gang
I been hit my flame
How it looks, got that gleezy clutch
Stick out in the cut
We send bullets in a rush, two two three go
I heard that boy was movin’ pounds
But that shit ain’t addin’ up
You send work, in the mail
I’m so slimey like a snail
Workin’ Cash App in the jail

Fuck a pandemic, we team 10
31 we keep our mask on (yeah)
Everyday be hollerin'
"These ain't no prop guns!"
All my niggas stuck with me
So fuck it, get it, money
All these drums on me you run
Up on me then you dumb
Tried to get the one up on me, bitch
I saw it coming
That nigga called me trash so I
Showed them how I'm dumping
We call that boy Omarion
Them bullets fly he krumpin’
You really goin’ get hit
I’m too grown no time for the jump

(Fuck a pandemic, We team 10
31, keep our mask on, We team 10
31, keep our mask on, We team 10
31, keep our mask on)