New Tag Team ft. RollUpRick Lyrics

Run it up, Kel

Walkin' half pound, gotta double up grind every day, never givin' up

Banks, what's that green juice in your double cup

Takin' all them shrooms, made me level up Walk fresh in every room, like I'm cleanin

Up When you see the green bean, know you better

Duck It's Glocky in the car, why you runnin' up

She givin' all the signs like she wanna fuck got like two or three opps, now they clickin

Up Shorty says she ain't tryna fuck, ain't no

Linkin' up Pap we in a business meeting put the perky up

Nate got two thousand dollar shoes, tuck the

Laces up If you got a nice pair, I might titty fuck

Know I ain't got change for a twenty, put them hunnids up

It's finna be a cold winter, better bundle up

Stack some paper, check the safe, gotta hunndit up

Pull up smooth, dark tint, you won't know it's me

Shorty blowin' up my phone, it's on D&D she be talkin' bout a fee, got the neck

For free Shootin' like I'm in the league, and yo bitch

From deep Presidential roll up, I'm who they wanna be

He be talkin' out his ass, need to wipe his teeth

Heat strapped to my back like I'm Jimmy B I'm a do it Rick style, no Tay-B

Shorty love when I speak, her eyes glued to me

Hit it good, then I block it, the sleaze in me

Good weed in my wood, I can't pass this leaf big weed cloud in the room, we can barely see

Big dumb woods in the air we ain't smokin' cheap

When yo bitch feelin' like a slut, she runnin' to me

Takin' over, me and Cari, we the new tag team

And we ain't talkin' kings when we lightin' up the purple beam

It's Glocky in the car, why you runnin' up

When you see the green beam, now you better duck

Got like two or three opps, now they clickin' up