Tag Team lyrics

[Intro]
C-D-O-T Man
Aye(3x)
It’s JG n*gga Dooit with the 2 O’s n*ggas know I f*ck 2 hoes n*gga
It’s time to f*ck the streets up
Aye(2x)
Honcho Honcho Honcho Honcho
C-D-O-T man
You already know what the f*ck goin’ on man

Cdot Honcho [Verse 1]
Steady f*cking that check up
Pick up that tech up
223. eating your vest up
These b*tches be set up
I tell ‘em I’m busy if I cannot slide with a glizzy
Blue hundreds be keeping me busy
I run through and f*ck it off
Get it back f*ck it off
With some n*ggas
Wit' me and I risk it all, pull up I send folk, sit back and chill it off

JG Dooit [Verse 2]
All I really want is a big roll
b*tch I’ve been that n*gga since n*ggas wore big clothes
Try to take something like kinfolk
Can get your ass stretched out just like a limo
I don’t have no racks with no bimbo
Because I’m gon’ pull up and pop like a pimple
I’m tryna get some head in the Benzo
Give me a buzz and I’ll fall off like Spinzo
Cdot Honcho [Verse 3]
Hop out do the dash in the new Audi
n*gga pull up and this Uzi got 2 bodies
And that hit me I swear that’s not two hotties
Hop in that b*tch doing Scotty-not-2-Hotty
Tryna keep up with me then your ass going broke
I’m dropping a note on my coat
I be high off the weed and the drank watchu think I walk out the bank with a tote
Run up your crib with a rope
Tie up your kids, yea I give her a bow
b*tch, Fo'nem be riding with scopes
Some make a call and they’ll split you in four (Aye)
Why they hate me? I don’t know why
You in the bottom, like Smokey I’m so high
Gang in this b*tch, who is those guys?
Come over here so you’ll body this .45

JG Dooit [Verse 4]
Me, your b*tch, and my diamonds be cooling
Like Phil Jackson do b*tch I hang with the shooters
Like Phil Jackson do b*tch I hang with the ballers
Yea, I get her number don’t call her
Just met a new b*tch when I f*ck on the Rover don’t know where she from I think she from New Orleans
Ima ask for her name in the morning
I hang with the trap n*ggas when I’m in Georgia
This black b*tch, I’m with a Puerto Rican
Got some head from that b*tch it was hella easy
I’m a trap n*gga like Jeezy
T-walk pass police while we smoking and drinking
Soon as your reaching Fo'nem get to squeezing, you leaking out with the tweaking
I flex on a b*tch and a n*gga
Them racks like a Hemi help me f*ck quicker
Cdot Honcho [Verse 5]
A n*gga so far from the average
b*tch I be balling I should be a Maverick
Any problem pop up and we handle it
Pull up your sh*t turn your ass to a mannequin
Nail in the coffin I hammer it
b*tch on my line I don’t answer it
Air out your whip, yours is shattering
Hundred round sweep to your hood and they scattering

JG Dooit [Verse 6]
Cdot in your hood and they scattering
Threw shots at your body and damage it
I jug a n*gga on Vanish sh*t link up
f*ck up tall like I'm wrestling
Appointment with yo' b*tch I cancel it
Them Forgi's on my whip is staggering
Them checks I be cashing
Them hoes I be f*cking and passin' 'em
Aye (Aye)