Teamwork lyrics
by Bravo the Bagchaser
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Me and Bravo locked in, it's some mo sh*t
f*ck a n*gga do, we gon' pour up a whole brick
n*gga talk slick, hit his ass with a 4 5th
Get a n*gga split, just for f*cking my old b*tch
I was on the road, checking dough out a ho b*tch
I'ma dive in that pus*y, wet like the ocean
I'ma up the heater, baby[?] leaving them frozen
I don't even smoke, catch an opp, I'ma smoke him
Catch him in the club, f*ck around, I'ma poke him
Close a n*gga shop, leaving him open
If I up a Glock, bet it squirt like some losion
Heating up the pot, make it lock with some coke in
I don't f*ck with shawty, 'cause she broke and she broken
Just tryna keep it low, but I ain't evеr [?]
Do [?] his mama, watch that b*tch [?]
Me and all my n*ggas, boy, we sicker than Covid
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Drop a bag on thе opps, paying [?]
Fenix Flexin, I'm with Bravo, we the don doddas
[?] got the chicken pocks, I'ma red dot him
I stomp a n*gga out in these red bottoms
I pull this Glock out, I'm tryna headshot him
Free my n*gga out that jam, damn, the feds got him
We them n*ggas put your homie on a T-shirt
Me and Bravo did a drill, n*gga, teamwork
[Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser]
I'm him, b*tch
Came to win, b*tch
Hit his top, light up, I'ma hit sh*t
I need money, so I'm f*cking on a rich b*tch
I was hitting homeruns, running in your crib, b*tch
I'm on it
Plotting on a bag, early in the morning
Counting money, loading choppers, b*tch, I'm zoning
Don't speak on it, if you don't kow sh*t
How you real? But you really on ho sh*t
Count a 50 ball, right before I go to bed
f*ck the studio, I'm finna hit the trap instead
I'm finna do a walk up, with this hoodie on
Pour a four in my sprite, get my muddy on
b*tch, fast life in a foreign
That's your b*tch, on God, she going
Don't hit my line, if it ain't really 'bout a bag, b*tch
Ain't no asking where I'm at, I'm in my bag, b*tch
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Drop a bag on the opps, paying [?]
Fenix Flexin, I'm with Bravo, we the don doddas
[?] got the chicken pocks, I'ma red dot him
I stomp a n*gga out in these red bottoms
I pull this Glock out, I'm tryna headshot him
Free my n*gga out that jam, damn, the feds got him
We them n*ggas put your homie on a T-shirt
Me and Bravo did a drill, n*gga, teamwork