Tag Team ft. Slikadaice Lyrics

Slikada-Slikadaice!

Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team

Roll her on her side, I fuck her good until her back bleed

Rolled me up some Doja, told her smoke up this is that weed

He said he could beat me rapping, bro, I'm dying here, laughing

Tag team on a bad bitch, tag team on ya mattress

Tag team, who the fastest? Tag team the pussy to a casket

She call my dick, "Mr. Elastic" ('Stic)

Could be a rockslide, but this cookie never crumbles

She on her backside, ask her how I got that pussy pummeled

Pass her to the team, no getting out the ring like Royal Rumble

Push her to the side, I'm all about the drop just like a fumble

Since 2001, been makin' shots just like Mutumbo

No baseball, but ya guts getting dugout, just like a rello

Getting that green, Donatello, they all talk 'til I walk in, then they soft like pillows

We could tag team ya bitch in a twist like Phillips

Punch him in his mouth, knock him out, damn, get up

That's a crazy ass get-up, bitch, just get up

Tryna get it up like my dick doin' sit-ups

Better watch out, that Glock got hiccups

Call him loose leaf, by the way he getting ripped up

Came at me the wrong way, so I had to bitch 'em

I ain't playing games like chess, no bishop

Know a bitch that fuck with the poles, no fisher or stripper

I'm like Edward with the scissors, I go crazy with the swishers

NSAYN Entertainment

You don't wanna tango, I'll let that thang blow

I will be floodin' the main road, you gonna need more than a rain coat (NSAYN!)

You couldn't stand a chance, even if you had bleachers, I will get on yo' tracks

I don't mean a feature, he talkin loud, but I don't see a speaker

I wish you would, I got choppas like beavers, slide on his heels

Like he put on some sneakers, I'll leave him shook, like he just had a

Seizure

Like it's winter time, turn up with the heaters

I am not frontin', so you better back off, get hit with this MAC, I don't slap-box

I'm cold as hell, with the way that I slide, would've thought I was Jack Frost

Billy the Goat, Slikadaice, yeah, we are some Rap Gods, we run it up

We some muh'fuckin' trackstars, I was up in the trenches

I felt like a vet that came out a war

I don't care what you think of me, go 'head and cut me off, bitch

I've been count out before

Shit, I'll be your chauffeur if you wanna walk out the door

I don't give a fuck 'bout a system, get rid of that shit like I'm sellin' a PS4

But if you wanna play, then my gun's what I'm reachin' for

Rhat bullshit is what you'll be bleedin' for

I don't fuck around like a virgin, I'll open your chest like a surgeon

Is it really worth it? I promise that you will get put on a shirt, bitch

He went down that road, so I took his will like he ain't have a permit

I told him, "don't do it," he did it, so guess what? He earned it

Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team

Soon as we got in, she took off all her clothes. no asking

Then push her to the side. she askin', "why?" 'Cause you a has-been

She ballin' out her eyes, she crying loud like this shit tragic

Give her that D, generation X, tag team in, then I do a suplex

I don't even give a fuck who's next, got 'em jumpin' 'round like a card deck

Bitch, these bullets can pierce through ya hard head

If I take ya car from the lot, I ain't doin no parkin' (We not parkin')

They been hungry for me to slip up, so they starvin' (Fuckin' starvin')

Got ya bitch up in the bed, and her back ain't got no problems arching (No problem)

Gettin' her wet, no signs for caution (That flow is wet)

Yeah, I do this too much. yeah, I do it often

After I hit, yeah, she gave me top like an uppercut

Shawty went down and blew me, no bubble gum, yeah, you talkin' heavy

And think that you tough enough, that strap is gon' ride like it's buckled-up

Quit worryin' 'bout me, and quit sayin' that you will be runnin' up

Yeah, you broke as fuck and you talkin' 'bout steppin'

Go get up your hustle, bruh

You need to be quick on yo' feet like it's double dutch

I been a stepper, my gun: it got kick like a shoe brand

Thirty in my 'K, yeah, that's more than a few bands, to you

It's just music and lyrics, I think that you're Hugh Grant

No retirement home, but I used to move grams, and I stayed with the instruments

Like I'm up in a school band