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Tag Team lyrics by Key Glock, Zo Trapalot

Intro:
(Morello made it slap)

Verse 1: Zo Trapalot & Key Glock
I got pointers in my chain, teeth from Johnny Dang, my shit drool like rain (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas say they trappin’, they ain’t sold a thing, need to switch your lane, uh
Bad bitches see me and they faint, yeah
She let me fuck with no complaints, yeah
They wanna be me but they can’t (Nah)
I made a dub off Eddie Kane (Yeah)
A fifty-ball off of Mary Jane
I put that shit there on everything (On God)
Water on me like a hurricane (Hurricane)
Been through it all, I’d never change (I won’t)
Bitches keep askin’ for wedding rings (Nope)
Girl, you don’t evеn know my middle name
You just want me ‘causе your nigga lame (Lame)
I be gettin’ paid, we don’t eat the same

Verse 2: Key Glock
I fucked around, made a mil’ in a month
Put five hundred dollars in my double cup
Yeah, they call me Glock and I keep one on tuck
I jumped off the porch, then I hopped in the cut
I hopped out the cut, then I jumped in the game
I jumped in the game and found out rappers lame
Yuh, me and these niggas know we ain’t the same
Yeah, I want the money, and they want the fame (Cheah)
I got some hit on the way to the bank
Go get the money whatever it take
I gotta get it, no time to waste
Yeah, I gotta get it, no time to play
No time to play with niggas or hoes
Should I hop in my Lamb’ or hop in my Rolls?
Got black Locs on, you know I’m throwed
Real standup nigga, I just can’t fold (Bitch)

Verse 3: Zo Trapalot
Pockets on swole, you know? (Ya dig, ya dig)
If you ain’t fuckin’, I ain’t gon’ hold you, goat (Won’t go with you)
I ain’t kickin’ shit with these lame-ass niggas wanna talk shit but low-key broke (I ain’t have it)
Used to have to stay one from the stores (No cap)
We ain’t never goin’ back down that road
Try this shit, then it’s murder she wrote
Stand on that shit, I ain’t duckin’ no smoke

Verse 4: Key Glock
Let me tell you niggas how to get a bankroll (Yeah)
Sell this shit high when you get it for the low (Uh)
I got a bitch sellin’ ‘bows with the bros
Yeah, and I got a bitch playin’ with the pros (Uh)
I be fresh as fuck and I don’t strike no pose
Ten thousand on the outfit, no Instagram post