My Team Go - Vado

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