Travis Porter - Dream Team lyrics

Fuck what y'all heard, we going in on top
Fucking Pittsburg now we pop y'all top
I'm on Candler Road with the real D boys
And everything foreign we ain't
Rent these toys diamonds on my neck and
Throw your set up throw your click up
Nigga what you represent?
We some Street Executives aka professionals
Know I brought the party pack

I get it, I pop it, I show it
Them percocets got me on Mars
I do not fuck with them boys
I do not fuck with them boys
Look nigga I'm the sensai
Better make sure that your rent paid
Before you come popping your shit
You get popped in your shit and
I hop in a 6 tre i'm with my brother
He doing 20 a week we ain't worried about
Them little-bity bitches
They ain't fucking with Street
Couple multimillion dollar niggas in
A multimillion dollar trap
20k on the front and 20k on the back, bitch!

Young nigga got it made
Drop hit's get you paid
Get some money get ya laid
New edition escalde
In the back with your main
Swerve first switching lanes
Sipping pink lemonade my hoe drive me crazy
Top hat with no shades
Young nigga on the way