First Team All Defense lyrics

[Intro: Tae Retro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Ayy, what I say? And they still tryna score, but we some—
Alright, look

[Verse 1: Tae Retro]
And they still tryna score, but we some rim protectors
I can tell them boys ain't on none, I can't sense the steppers
Spice talking got me paid, I'm a known perfector
Triple-doubles in out the game, was never lacking effort
I sent my doggy in the Mitten punching up, he need the golden gloves
Kept it real, I never trip when thеy ain't show me love
Money clеan, but please best believe it was out the mud
Down bad, I had to galvanize, but I am not the judge
I said, n*ggas swear they going hard, but on the rookie settings
Talk down, but ain't got no pape', that's a broke suggestion
These n*ggas won't have your back, that's the hardest lesson
And I really ran it up off the rapping sessions
Can't believe you think you got a read, I'm finna leave you guessing
He tried to get a shot off, but it was well contested
Sick I popped out and got dub, now they all congested
Stay on that side, don't hit my line, tryna change the message

[Verse 2: StanWill]
.308 hit his top, left it asymmetric
All that talking ain't respected if it ain't directed
Thirty on me with your bae like I hang with Stephen
Any function that you see me in, b*tch, I came with weapons
Need to make a call to Maury, all these n*ggas Stan sons
All this f*cking ice up on my wrist, it got my hand numb
Just because we blood don't make us bool, I be done blammed cuz
I could be the DPD, wouldn't hit your b*tch with handcuffs
All these f*cking rocks on my wrist
Funny how we in the Lam', we got chops in the whip
Funny how I crack her, boy, your b*tch got popped in The Ritz
Funny-talking out his ass got him popped in his sh*t
Okay, okay, I'm with Tae Retro, but the Glock newgen
Playing with my green, I'll get you blew, then
Whip American, but all my b*tches flewed in
Arm and f*cking a leg, boy my 'fit cost two limbs
[Verse 3: Tae Retro]
I said everyday I'm in your girl's walls like the daily spin
Didn't take much, I still scored, that's a lazy win
Keep tabs of all the mental jabs, I don't need no friends
The beef was barely past nine, he was sleep by ten
n*ggas quick to turn handicapped when it's a hand to lend
n*ggas still playing kid games, what grade you in?
Finna hit the road with all my guys, like what states I'm in?
See a lotta n*ggas tryna wave-ride 'cause I done made the trend