Dream Team

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Strap] 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 (?) [Verse 2: Quez] I get it, I pop it, I show it Them percocets got me on Mars I do not fuck with them boys (2x) 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! [Verse 3: Ali] Young nigga got it made Drop hits 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