All Star Team ft. SB Mar, Bone, C-Bandz & SB Ke Lyrics

We the all-star team, far from them rookies, I done worked my whole life, you don't know

how long it took me

He fell in love with Mary Jane, smellin' like a cookie

The boys like a nail salon, know them niggas tryna book me

Yeah, we the all-star team, we got all-star dreams, I'm tryna go to Kentucky and serve

them real deal fiends

These niggas talkin' on the net like, why the fuck you care to beef

Bitch, I'm runnin' up that hill with that bag, it's kinda steep

Niggas talkin' loose, I punch his dumb ass to sleep

Yeah

I'm an all-star nigga

Ball hard nigga

Shoot from anywhere, I ain't J.R. nicca

He a lil' nigga, he got J.R. in em

Benz, it's a truck with the race car engine

Pussy hatin' niggas gotta stay far from me, killer in the cut he don't stay far from

me

Red tech on me like a State Farm nigga

If he don't want a problem better stay far from

me, lil nigga

Yeah, she stay far

Jake caught the bullet for his man, he at State Farm

Make em say wow last minute, caught the late bar

Side bitch playin' defense, let me take charge

Vroom, vroom, skrrt, you just caught me in a race car

Earth, Jupiter, got em coppin outta space bars

Freaky hoe, she fucked me off the look, got a great charm

You'll never catch me in the picture, cause I stay far

It's training day, kill him on his shift, Denzel Washington

His mask on, he playin' in the sand like the Taliban

Netflix and chill with the bitch, then I'm out again

They told us that's some fake shit, I wonder will he cop again

I'm sayin', Bandz, Bandz, all on my mind

I grew up with my brothers and they all pullin crime

Yeah, mixed emotions, I'm facin', always on my mind

Bitch, I'ma be there in a minute, don't give a fuck about the time

When niggas hear that come on, they know I'm finna rhyme

I left the booth to hit my cup, call it halftime

It's my group against yours, I got the fab five

I just made a play in the, alright, damn, alright, come on

Had a field day in the trap, I made a fast five

I'm top ten overseas, they love that top five

Free the real, long live the guys

We the top nines

We the top of the league, yet you can't see

I'm a shark in the water, you can't catch me

I can never trust a bitch that's a pet peeve

I can see these niggas foul like a referee

If you see me in the crowd, don't be touchin me

Got the Glock on my hip, don't be rushin me

These niggas don't want no smoke, boy I'm pressure-free

Prada down to the shoes, but I'm pushin P