Team Wiped lyrics

[Intro: 24Lik & RealRichIzzo]
Big two four sh*t, n***a
Real rich
Y’all know what the f*ck going on
(Ayy, Kee Money on this b*tch, so you know I'm finna rock out)

[Verse 1: 24Lik]
Took her to the couch, she ain’t get to see the bedroom
AR got kick when, this b*tch blowin', it need leg room
J in Kentucky, don’t got dinners, but he sell food
Scared of who? I could be the drive,r and I'ma still shoot
Bro out the roof, ain’t even gotta speak on what he finna do
We’ll flip yo 392 with 7.62s
You mad your b*tch lovin' the crew, that’s what this kit do
I spent a couple bands on my shoes, just to walk down on you
She like, "Why yo car ain’t got a roof?" Told her to ask Moo
Woods just bought another new coupe, I think I want one too
She wanna hold it sideways and suck it, like she blowin' a flute
I drink so much codеine every day, how could I catch thе flu?

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo]
Stopped rappin for a minute, I been bendin, n****s jumpin
I ain’t goin' out like no b*tch, they had the switch I still punched em
He got his friend hit, now he know he shouldn’t have touched me
Still be blowin' at them n****s, they just keep on gettin' lucky
10s, 9s, and 8s, I ain’t f*ckin' if she ugly
I been runnin' for a long-ass time, cross country
How the f*ck y’all n****s gettin' shot across country?
My bag got all types of different sh*t, like some munchies
I just popped a perc, I’m geeked up I want a dub a piece
I know where all the opps at, I popped a UAV
Walk em down, no drive-bys, I can’t slide with Key
Bro just got his lick back but he ain’t signed to G
[Verse 3: 24Lik]
Team wiped, we put all them n****s in the Gulag
I f*cked and put her on the cam, I’m a douchebag
Old hoes see me gettin' money, want a new ass
But she left when I was broke, with her through ass
Man that n***a run slowed up, he gettin' blew past
We turned that n***a main mans into a new tat

[Verse 4: RealRichIzzo]
All my opps got some sh*t in common, they gettin' blew at
N***a said he first to shoot, but didn’t shoot back
He had a rap career, somebody ended him
Run inside this crib, my b*tch blowin', like she India
This b*tch swear she ain’t goin', but I’m hittin' her
She cute on Instagram, but in person, I ain’t feelin' her
Free my opp, I can’t wait until I drop homie
White gold Cartier, yeah, this mine homie
And you know who took yo sh*t, come and slide on me
Instead of tryna buy it back, you need to buy a goalie
We keep scorin' back to back, to back to back, they called a timeout
Lik done hit so many n****s, he done fouled out
Seen my ex b*tch last week, she out of style now
All her friends like Mike, but he ain’t Bow Wow

[Verse 5: 24Lik]
N***a name it I done done it yo big brotha prolly slumped
Snow sell QPs and onions Fatt Tae got pills by the busload
Ima call you Lil Ferragamo, cause you cuff hoes
N****s out here suckin' on hookah, get the f*ck on
I just made a hundred off an app, I don’t touch phones
Let a n***a disrespect Lik, he get touched on
We love turnin' n****s into weed, who think they Tuff Tone
That n***a shooter was scorin' every week, now his touch gone