UNDEFEATED ft. Jimmy Groove$ Lyrics

Whole fit foreign, bitch I'm speaking fluent fashion

Acne jeans stackin and margiela on my jacket

Watty's a psycho

Whole fit foreign, bitch I'm speaking fluent fashion

Acne jeans stackin' and margiela on my jacket

Lights camera action, all the racks I gotta have it

Lost the whole hard drive and came back wit a classic

Way I pop out with these hits it got 'em flabbergasted

Gang hoggin' all the lanes we stoppin' up the traffic

Gold medal inna trap we doin' acrobatics

Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye

You know how we put it up

What we pour, we screwing up

What I moved, got my paper up, still it ain't enough

Bring yo heart and bring yo lungs, we gone get this money bruh

Yeah I really did it, it ain't just because

Couldn't keep a dollar for some chips, I was broke as fuck

Went and ran some miles on the road, I stuck to my code

Some these dudes really bitch made, they ain't on savage mode

Yeah, savage mode where we took it, where it had to go

If it's smoke how we burning, let the static go

Brodie inna kitchen cookin' fiend casserole

Whole team full of bosses, peep the status quo

Prayin' that I miss but it's automatic tho

Empty pockets went and turnt me to an animal

Witta birdie wanna slurp me like a Danimal

Life's a bitch don't get played

Gotta handle her

When I cook, Devin Book, bitch I never miss

Married to the trap, go 'n give a pack a kiss

New kicks new fit with a Tiffy wrist

Made a beat, laid a V, they not doin' this

I'm a boss lotta sauce and I been legit

Back onna wall stood tall and I never quit

Bih did me greasy, I could never trust a hoe

It left my heart cold, it's freezing, it's like six-below

I got the hot hand, it's like I'm fiendin' for the sco'

He really get to tweakin, I would not play wit the Coach

I got the sauce and the season you can't by from the sto'

Bro got the packs and they reekin' get 'em for the low

Every team needa shooter and they needa Coach

Undefeated, perfect season, 82-0