Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Team Go , by - Vado. Release date: 17.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Team Go |
| My team go, my team go |
| We the hottest in the town, let your team know |
| You don’t wanna fuck around when them things blow |
| We ain’tgotta break em down we let the things go |
| I had a few celebs before I seen a mill |
| Was out the Memphis with the mack when I’ve seen a mill |
| Wasn’t eating off the rap I ain’t seen the mill |
| I knew my cars off the back, I ain’t need the deal |
| Keep a still on the lab see slump nigga |
| No need for us to dab more than once nigga |
| I’m in the club, I play the back I don’t front nigga |
| Kick you to the other side like a punt nigga |
| They told me a little but learned plenty |
| The way I rap it’s clear that bottom first pennies |
| Shirt slimmy the Louie Vuitton worth many |
| I’m picture perfect Mister perfect Curt Henning |
| Wasn’t working now will work it, serve many |
| Up in the work in, and kept the burn to murk any |
| Either a roll or don’t roll |
| Just made a hundred k on the road, no show. |
| My team go, my team go |
| We the hottest in the town, let your team know |
| You don’t wanna fuck around when them things blow |
| We ain’t gotta break em down we let them things go |
| My team go, my team go |
| Six series till they find me in that beam low |
| Chicks lead me with it like they’ve never seen dough |
| Risk clearly lit up, we’re making the gleam show |
| Who don’t floss, you blow gloss |
| On the sleeve of the two piece of the Hugo Boss |
| Jumping the 9.11 color nouveau porshe |
| Before you can ask a question yeah this 2 door cost (Stoopid!) |
| Just lit the cigar, riding through Compton bumping Kendrick Lamar (Wes' side!) |
| My main instinct is to mob |
| I’m doped up nigga I think I’m here Jimi Hendrix’s guitar (Spaced out!) |
| I’m messed off you a safe flat |
| Red beam on em when we play tag |
| I hate it when a bum nigga say swag |
| I’m stunting on em every day that’s why he stay mad |
| Versace sweat sack had Medusa head |
| Medusa head I lay em all is what my shooter said |
| Nothing fake about me that’s why my old jeweler dead |
| Even though they talk about me shit I’m used to head |
| Ra, ra, ra, ra |
| You hear that chopper well |
| Its either locked in jail or on the block hot as hell |
| Frying pan, I’m iron man with the Glock was held |
| A lot of rocks to sell, back pocket, pocket scale |
| In my cool jays but I ain’t do rock the bells |
| I’m with a brick squad like that click Waka yell |
| Just hold you nose if you don’t like that sour smell |
| I burn my building down, same way the towers fell |