Tag Team ft. Lil Tae RBC Lyrics

I got blues on me like a jazz band

Got a bag on me like a trash man

Two bitches tag-teaming like it's SummerSlam Rob Van Dan, in your hoe to the ground

Keep my eye to the sky, need a slice of the pie

And this shit, do or die, niggas dying for pride

Put them racks to the side

I got a bad bitch trying to ride

She just giving me net like a tie

She giving me neck like a tie

And that G-Star to my drip, every time I walk by

I put that shit on so she know that I'm fly

Face card gold, and they cannot deny

My foot on they neck, I don't try

Got a bad bitch trying to get drunk off the wine

Moe used to walk with that stick like he blind Told the bitch, show me that pussy on FaceTime

They wolf on the net, I heard that through the grapevine

Stuck in my thoughts I feel dark in the daytime

Been in the field and they don't even get playtime

That boy out of bounds like he stepped on the baseline

I'm back on my shit, that's a great sign

This bitch so fat, I just stay at her waistline

She just bend that ass over, I'm not trying to waste time

Ain't worried about your money, cause bitch, I'ma make mine

And that's something they knowin

I'ma fuck on that bitch, give her dick, now she glowing

Too much drip, I rain down like a storm

Got that f- on my side like a motherfucking thorn

Your bitch ride my dick like a motherfucking horn

Niggas stealing swag, I'ma hang them for treason

Niggas hating on me, I can't tell you the reason

Raf Boy Supreme, bitch, I'm lighting the beat

I don't fuck with these niggas, I know they beneath me

Lil Tae RBC, it's a blessing to meet me

Lil Tae RBC, grant a wish like a genie

Lil Tae RBC, need that head like a beanie

Big Raf Boy, run it up, niggas teeny

I be getting too high, get a flight just to see me I be getting too fly, throw it on, shit it's easy

Rubber Band Clan, bitch, my pocket's cheesy

When I shoot, I'ma score like a Michael Beasley

You gon' pay what you owe, we ain't giving no freebies

Bro got that water, ain't talking my Fiji

I'ma wake up, go get it, I don't need a genie

That P on my ball cap, not on the beanie

Imma stay out the way, get the green like Lougie

Got dark vibes, they ssay I'm acting real creepy

I'm seeing the dead like a nigga six feet deep

I'm seeing the dead got them blues in my pocket

If it's blood on the beef, then I'm never gon' squash it

Like Walmart, bet you I'm hitting my target Brick Boy, I'm the unanimous top pick

I hop in the booth and I pop shit

Got the keys to the game and I don't need a locksmith

Heard they playing my shit, got them turnt in the mosh pit

Feelin like Ralo cuz 12 never stop shit