Street Dream Team

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs] (1st done geeked it up) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Rap check, trap check, nigga, it's all the same (Same shit) I'm hearin' rumors in the streets, they thinkin' I'm to blame Dog got dropped, it wasn't me, just blame it on his mouth I heard what happened, I'm like, "Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout" (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout) I don't condone lies, don't know no niggas tellin' Can't bring you 'round none of my niggas 'cause we all felons (All of us) Can't let you trick me off the streets, boy, I've been to the feds Your bitch look pretty on her knees while she give me head I'm rubbin' through her hair, she rubbin' on my nuts She likе to treat me like a king 'causе I be gettin' bucks (Racks) She know not to disrespect me 'cause I don't give a fuck Don Julio, Añejo got me really stuck Heard it was money on my head, I gotta laugh now 'Cause them last niggas you sent, they did a bad job I made it home that same night, but Derrick bathtime Kidnap a nigga, answer the phone like it's a bad time (Who is this?) I roll with Bathing Apes, they beatin' on they chest That mean all rise like court, judge leave you stretched This a designer joggy, don't fuck with Nike Tech My niggas in them jail cells, still call me collect [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs Talkin' K.O.D, Biggs, Lonnie, Boldy Huh, live like a king, die like a king Boy, that's like Bron, Jordan, Kobe Street dream team, fifteen rings [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] When I say K.O.D, I ain't tryna say I'm the best Talkin' 'bout I got them kis on deck You want a FDA-approved script, niggas Or you want 'em pressed? Can the Khalid rub shoulders with the stars? But I found me a connect The other side really really really thought we was soft Until ten of them got whacked I ran my pape' to the Milky Way Nigga We sell them chickens on Sunday, nah, we ain't Chick-fil-A I got fat and I got out of shape My fiend brought me ten more fiends, I let him keep the shake I got pounds of that shit you freeze up your drank I can teach you lil' niggas how to ice skate, huh They fucked up lettin' us wear these masks on our face Now my lil' nigga only wanna kill on tape Huh, boy, you know that dope real, it got a bad taste You know what pawn play with a king, he get checkmate [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs If we talkin' K.O.D, Biggs, Lonnie, Boldy Huh, live like a king, die like a king Boy, that's like Bron, Jordan, Kobe Street dream team, fifteen rings [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Nigga, rookie of the year just like AI, I'm a GOAT Told my niggas I don't wanna change, I'll up the score I'm the type to be on your ass and I won't let nobody know Nigga, I might leave the crib without my phone, but bet I got a dirty pole, nigga Too many niggas come around and I'm gon' act like I don't know niggas Ran through the ten-clip so fast, damn, I wish I had some more in it Man, I break the law for real, so I don't hang around no ho niggas My nigga Lonnie got a bag so big, he can make the snow with it I ain't the nigga you tryna beef with Last skit I pulled, I woke up, went and used my gun and went to sleep with it I only came for two days, you lucky I ain't come a week with it I let the XD make some music, Boom tryna get a feat' with it (Tryna) I ain't tryna go to no club (I ain't tryna) Free my nigga Deep, they gave him lightyears like Buzz Nigga, free my nigga Date, robbed your mans, put his ass in that tub We ain't used to have no funds, we wasn't tryna have no fun, nigga [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs If we talkin' K.O.D, Biggs, Lonnie, Boldy Huh, live like a king, die like a king Boy, that's like Bron, Jordan, Kobe Street dream team, fifteen rings [Verse 4: Boldy James] Block Press play on my opps with this SK .556s cavin' in a nigga chestplate Gang turned concrete, you know we regulate Seal him up in cellophane, wrap him in electric tape Niggas catch a case and facin' L's on premeditated Get him in that backroom and they gotta separate it Turn a split to a biggie fry and get a four way Pull up in fifty IS6, smoke gray Paid for the pussy, came over like the Kobe way Blow same color as the whip, we don't rollplay (Where we at?) Know my shooter got Tourette's, he'll shape somethin' All these stamps gettin' pressed up, I feel a raid comin' They hundred-dollar graham crackers go for eighty dollars Scale on the counter right next to them baby bottles Quadruple OG, me and Chi Chi From Mack Town to one official bag down to beach [?] [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs How the fuck we under thirty? Triple OGs Triple OGs Talkin' K.O.D, Biggs, Lonnie, Boldy Huh, live like a king, die like a king Boy, that's like Bron, Jordan, Kobe Street dream team, fifteen rings [Outro] (1st done geeked it up)