Testo A-Team - Lil Yachty feat. Lil Keed & Zaytoven
Testo della canzone A-Team (Lil Yachty feat. Lil Keed & Zaytoven), tratta dall'album A-Team (You Ain't Safe)
Zaytoven
Hahaha
Let's go, let's go
Ho' so bad, caught her a couple cases
I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race
Got a shooter right now and on the waist
Rollin' blue hunnids and a Rollie blue face
I send the shooter through the back, they leavin' guts on your waist
These niggas talkin' like adults, 'til we pull up and let it spray
I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today
I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay
I rock these Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face
I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe
Babygirl, no I can't stay, yeah, I'd rather get paid
Lil' homie no, you is not safe, yeah, shooters on the way
I was in the Bent' truck gettin' sucked up by a bad lil' vibe, on i75
Ready for war, niggas don't want no smoke, I'm ready, I'ma be 'right
Supercharged truck, car full of vibes, Forgiatos on the ride
Make a lot of money for my family and handle business on the side
I say, "Keed talk to 'em"
Gotta bring the big booty vibes in the room
These niggas late like June
I'm 'bouta work 'em up and take 'em to the moon
You ain't safe (Uh), you ain't safe (Uh, uh, uh)
In this place (Uh, uh), full of snakes (Uh)
I'm on they ass, don't know my brass
What's in my stash? (Woo) A lotta racks
Ho' so bad, caught her a couple cases
I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race
Got a shooter right now and on the waist
Rollin' blue hunnids and a Rollie blue face
I send the shooter through the back, they leavin' guts on your waist
These niggas talkin' like adults, 'til we pull up and let it spray
I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today
I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay
I rock these Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face
I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe
Nobody safe, oh no, nobody safe
I been locked in, tryna go and get it out the way
They ain't pity me, nobody gave a fuck, no
You supposed to be at the front door, tryna figure out what I'm finna do
Momma said I need to go to school, momma I don't wanna be like you
Sorry momma, know a nigga late, but I'm just tryna be a millionaire
I'm the one who brought the hoes in here
I'm the one who put these niggas on
Bitch, you skinny like a herringbone
Break her bed just like an ice cream cone
Yeah, slime, slime, slatt, yeah
Real rich nigga affair
Put a hole in her body like classic
Bitch stick came with a whole stand
Bitch gon' pop like, whoa
Bitch gon' give me that throat
Real fast, not slow
Ho' so bad, caught her a couple cases
I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race
Got a shooter right now and on the waist
Rollin' blue hunnids and a Rollie blue face
I send the shooter through the back, they leavin' guts on your waist
These niggas talkin' like adults, 'til we pull up and let it spray
I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today
I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay
I rock these Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face
I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Miles Parks Mccollum, Semaja Render, Raqhid Jevon Render
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