Team2Much ft. Suicide Ru Lyrics

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You talkin bout that paper?

Talking bout the paper

homie ill fold ya

homie ill fold ya talkin bout that paper yak yak

Got the mask and its not October

Its not October

Said I got the mask on and its not October

yak yak take this as disrespect masucka

Man, you need some discipline, I don't really comprehend with all that cuddlin'

I ain't sweet, no cinnamon, get crazy like the Dominicans , like my brother Su-Suicide Ru

Ru b true when the cops come, whoodeewho

whew

Everyone is a killer, but nobody gettin' killed, huh?

Everyone is a gorilla but nobody going ape shit

I'll expose all that fake shit cause that writin' you spittin' is fiction, you fakin', and that's not what's poppin'

Cock blockin' like Jason Voorhees, but oh, he's scary, not scaring

Not outside when it's snowy, probably inside when it's four degrees with your hoe skeez, ho, please

Facts, niggaz talk money

Facts, you a motherfuckin' dummy

If you think you can stand with the team, got, ain't no need for the beam

Schemes, like I said, it's the dream team, and we chasin' bread, we aim for that head

We goin' for the game, we playin' for the keeps, nigga, we don't got time to what

Talk to you chumps

Little nigga in the trunk with a pump, he gon' hop out at the snap and go, bloaw, lay the whole block down

You hear that sound?

Oh, yeah, I heard it, I see em' lurking, hold on, give me that four-five right there, yeah, yeah

Oh, you heard my man, I'm bout to Shmurda dance

Bout' to slam dance, you better fall back before you get clapped

We pushin' wigs back, somebody call the cops, these niggas got gats, these niggas tried' to snap

(Ma'sucka Ma'sucka)

And I lost my voice on that one, but I'm back

Sung with this black gun and its a Mac, and it just spit tones, no mask

Eybody gotta die, suicide, and you know the name, know the fame

You know we ride or die, hi, bye, guy, boom, boomin your room, no zoom, point blank, like a tank, big one

Dumb, dumb, hollow tips, we let them rip, we fuck'd your bitch, we quick to hit

I don't wanna fuck with you, so don't come around

I don't wanna fuck with you, so don't come around

Show you how I get down now, look under my brother like, wow

What's about to go down now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

Free Suicide