Tag Team ft. SonofaGritter & CGB Skinny Lyrics

Never leave my brothers yeah niggas that's the hashtag

One wrong move turn this shit straight into Baghdad

She just give me neck and I ain't never hit the Cash App

Fuck the Rona gimme fifty feet nigga back back

Smokin' woods till I'm def

Shit I mean smokin' woods till I'ma outta breath

Two redhead twins with me like I'm Johnny Test

I just bring the woods they grab the liquor and you guess the rest

Nigga you know how shit go down

I'm tryna be the man around town

Thinkin' you can wash me onna beat you a clown

I can tell that lil' bitch a freak by the way she smile

CGB the gang nah nigga you can't fuck with us

Onna rainy day I match a wood with my double cup

I just caught a hoe with her friend that's a double slut

Caught a couple packs to get em gone I just doubled up

Man you niggas ain't on shit

Smokin' turtle pie got me high as a bitch

Forty-five for a seven but he really getting six

He ain't even gone complain when he go and take a hit

Cause this shit really eighty

She said you got exotic inna wood on my baby

Slammin' on her head got her tryna be my lady

I ain't really into hoes man I'm tryna get this paper

Passin' it to skinny yeah we call this shit a Tag-Team

After givin' neck she blocked my ass like it's a bad thing

Tryna hit Jamaica and maybe find my ass a bad ting

Champs in my city it's been fifty since we had a ring

(No cap)

Fifty years nigga and Giannis had fifty points

For the fifty years they had us fucked up on my momma

Pretty, blue, faces

It's a tag team Cee tagged me

Pull up to the spot all you see is bad tings

Get em off this Henny they go do some bad things

I got Pretty, blue, faces

It's a tag team Cee tagged me but I'm not it

Real lean sipper straight drop this is not tris

Hit from the back cause I don't get on top bitch

I been runnin' straight to the bag you can't stop this

All you niggas fans but be hating on sum' opp shit

Pop shit pull up with a Draco that's a chopstick

Drop shit had to let y'all know that is not this

I been plotting on this shit for way too long

I need a hundred million people to know my songs

I need a hundred million people to feel my pain

I need a hundred million people to see my chain

Want a real cold bitch off the top shelf

Way I'm cooking in this bitch thinks it's Top Chef

Bitches playing with my heart, with my top left

I don't know who told you, what they told you, but you not next (Aye)

And you not now

CGB them niggas that gon' always be on top how?

Put it in they faces every single time we pop out

Flexing on these niggas we the richest fucking dropouts

I got a lane to the bag an that boy can't hold me

I made a way to the bag now that girl she know me

But I can't love her fuck you mean I'm Mr. Lonely

Drop a, to a, then ball like Kobe

Smokin' woods till I'm def

Shit I mean smokin' woods till I'ma outta breath

Two redhead twins with me like I'm Johnny Test

I just bring the woods they grab the liquor and you guess the rest

Pretty, blue, faces

It's a tag team Cee tagged me

Pull up to the spot all you see is bad tings

Get em off this Henny they go do some bad things

I got Pretty, blue, faces

It's a tag team Cee tagged me but I'm not it

Real lean sipper straight drop this is not tris

Hit from the back cause I don't get on top bitch

(Real lean sipper straight drop this is not tris)