PAVEMENT TEAM Lyrics

You ever got up on a nigga, & he ain't die, do you know how that feel

Me & backseat, got into a fight because he stole my kill

We just got the drop, we ain't have no V's, so we in bro wheel

I fuck with creep, cause he think like me, its either kill or be killed

You can ask the guys, I be in them V's almost every day

My ooter's run like they don't got fatigue, they blitz from every way

I bumped into a nigga that be talkin' hot, now he ain't got shit to say

One of my opps got shot, I ain't get back like that shit okay

It's no pics, bitch, I got no pics, I ain't get my name from nothin

Jah money, love counting money, math is favorite subject

If baby wack, bounce out with the button, I bet they get to running

He jumped bro, and then he died, he did that shit for nothin

Double S, deadass ain't comin' back, I'm sorry, you gotta face it

He was movin' too fast, bein' impatient, now he a patient

Y'all still drillin' with nines with no buttons, man, y'all niggas basic

I tried somethin' new, bent with two hots and left him on the pavement

Real pavement boys, we be leavin' niggas flat like a rug

Bro put the 10 on his whole body, the 20 was givin' hugs

Pop the trunk, it's a AK in there, same size, 42 dug

Niggas played with me, ain't pave a way for me, now they showin' me love

Double S was a strong young man, but he ain't put up a fight

Zim go crazy when it come to V's, all he know is strike

I treat my life like GTA V, like it's not real life

Niggas always talk, but don't slide, shit got me real tight

I'm with the wacks, we can go to war like we live in Iraq

I don't know why he dissin', we took his pole and he ain't get it back

He caught five from two different gens, so nigga, do the math

Any nigga that ever touch the wack got belt to ass

392, Hellcat, this bitch take 93

Trench baby, I like to be the aggressor, they hide we seek

Broke-ass niggas can't cop gas, but be coppin' pleas

A nigga made a threat, we caught his man, then we boxed his V

Why you trollin' on the gram if you know i'm elite

What the fuck y'all got guns for if y'all only use y'all feet

I came home, baby wack went crazy, caught two in a week

They was out all night like they was grown, now two of them sleep

Bent the opps, nobody died, so we went to change the V

Caught a nigga and bounced out the ride like it was springs in the seats

Got up on him and shot a couple more times, cause I hate the screams

We the wacks, we put niggas on they back, we the pavement team

We the wacks