TJ Vasher lyrics

[Verse 1: PlayaPosseStacks]
When you blowing n*ggas out, they wanna team up
I'm in a city near you, with some heat tucked
Grade A di*k, my b*tch titties D plus
Every shot we put up good, b*tch we greened up
b*tches know I got cake but ain't giving them icing
You n*ggas better grab a verse, 'cause we switching the prices
Lames acting like they Tyson, them n*ggas is biting
Black and white diamonds fighting, Remember the Titans
n*gga take a shot at me? That's finna backfire
Sending smoke, when we caught him, he ain't had fire
When you on the road to riches, b*tches slash tires
Not a family guy, I be hitting hoes like Quagmire
n*ggas looking from the sidelines, taking splinters
If they don't let us in the door, we finna break and enter
Bounce back from a loss, that's what make a winner
Trap banners around the crib, like a STAPLES Center
Two P's, we the Lakers, shoutout Phil Jackson
Ion do it for the gram but I give captions
If I do somebody dirty, it was in fashion
n*ggas talking like they grown men 'til we kidnap 'em
f*ck you nerds and anybody in cahoots with 'em
Blues and greens on me, good for your immune system
When I whip this b*tch out it's not to moon b*tches
n*gga make a new diss, that's a new victim
Getting sucked on camera, like Jamal Murray
All my brothers got Jimmy like we all Currys
n*ggas y'alls not beef, y'all just small j*rkys
b*tch we rocking Off-White and we off perkys
Pandemic almost over, y'all ain't bubble yet?
On some Death Row sh*t, we finna run the west
Early bird get the worm, n*gga f*ck a nest
On my Aaron Rodgers sh*t, b*tch I'm double checked
Y'all the hottest n*ggas out? Better double check
Running plays on these n*ggas, we ain't huddle yet
Any n*gga tryna step better come correct
Not in Lubbock but gone wreck him when I up this Tec
I'm a real cheese head, no Green Bay Packer
We beating n*ggas to the punch, my team way faster
Top ten highlights, they gon' replay after
Catch a pack one handed, I'm TJ Vasher
When you balling like this, you need a big agent
We make plays, y'all just talk, you n*ggas Skip Bayless
When you destined it ain't nothing stopping real greatness
I can hit a b*tch like Joe Mixon, I'll still make it
Back on my Vash sh*t, I got 9 on me
Guns up for any n*gga tryna slide on me
In the mall like the Luniz, I got 5 on me
Playa Posse, we the family, mob ties only
[Verse 2: Mike Sherm]
n*ggas hate, don't work, so they lying on me
Put a hunnid on the gram since they spying on me
Walking lick, with a stick, come and try it on me
Always keep a firearm, but I'll fire on 'eem
When a b*tch leave me, ain't no upgrading
n*ggas ain't full of sh*t, they be pump faking
Every Glock got a di*k, so my nuts hanging
Hoes miss the old Sherm, b*tch I'm updated
I ain't tryna die young, 'cause I live lavish
Used to work at Mickey D's, now I'm big mackin'
Every n*gga diss me need to quit rapping
Go ahead and take the L, n*gga, sh*t happens
Whole team got a dub, we don't need practice
When you balling like me, you the team captain
Putting pressure on these n*ggas, ain't no relaxing
Old b*tch got a man and I keep smashing
Diamonds like Mike Jack how they keep dancing
When you going for the win, gotta take chances
I'm a Chief like Keef, but I ain't in Kansas
She ain't tryna let me f*ck, I'ma leave her stranded
n*ggas try to catch up, I'ma overlap 'em
Yeah I f*ck with the gold, but I'm going platinum
Got a b*tch from LA, yeah I'm finna ram 'em
Me and Stacks back to back, this another anthem