Dream Team
Suicide wrist split
I'm on that sick shit
They told me get em
So I said sick em
And my bitch did
They really want to play the kid still making it
What they did was foul shit technically it was flagrant
And everything I making I know they hating it
Confrontations don't even pull my 40 out
I'm complacent I don't got no shawty now
Say you about what you about we been fight for the clout
I don't f*ck with bitches
They're always tricking
Always out passing the digits
Always under another nigga like a midget always in the DM's swear they don't know how to act
I find one that cares and I push her ass back
That's why I'm in the back sipping jack all black
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
My wrist snap trying to hold back the act
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
We got a little team
It's the type to make a dream happen
I don't want see
Anyone be happy
On my life I'll call it scene gladly
I don't really want to be happy
Do I seem happy
See the tat on my face and they gleam at me
Walk in the 7 11 and they follow
She wants to get to my heart but bitch I'm hallow
I got tated on my face and now I'm striking out
Oh Cause i ain't got Ms in my bank account
No hoe want a nigga staying in a drought
But don't catch vapors when I'm busting out
They asking who I'm f*cking now
Your eardrums right f*cking now
Roll it up then blow it down
I'm a F*cking hound
Watch your hoe play my song in yo house
Young niggas talking about a drako
But missing shots like Shaq at the free throw
New to the game but it's like I'm using cheat codes
On my activating sneak mode
Only play my song once the haters never repost
Got a couple beats for later yeah I'm going to eat those
Bitches think I'm Puerto Rican like my name was Rico
I've been stealing beats like that shit was legal
Higher Learning - Dream Team Lyrics
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Dream Team
Suicide wrist split
I'm on that sick shit
They told me get em
So I said sick em
And my bitch did
They really want to play the kid still making it
What they did was foul shit technically it was flagrant
And everything I making I know they hating it
Confrontations don't even pull my 40 out
I'm complacent I don't got no shawty now
Say you about what you about we been fight for the clout
I don't f*ck with bitches
They're always tricking
Always out passing the digits
Always under another nigga like a midget always in the DM's swear they don't know how to act
I find one that cares and I push her ass back
That's why I'm in the back sipping jack all black
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
My wrist snap trying to hold back the act
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
We got a little team
It's the type to make a dream happen
I don't want see
Anyone be happy
On my life I'll call it scene gladly
I don't really want to be happy
Do I seem happy
See the tat on my face and they gleam at me
Walk in the 7 11 and they follow
She wants to get to my heart but bitch I'm hallow
I got tated on my face and now I'm striking out
Oh Cause i ain't got Ms in my bank account
No hoe want a nigga staying in a drought
But don't catch vapors when I'm busting out
They asking who I'm f*cking now
Your eardrums right f*cking now
Roll it up then blow it down
I'm a F*cking hound
Watch your hoe play my song in yo house
Young niggas talking about a drako
But missing shots like Shaq at the free throw
New to the game but it's like I'm using cheat codes
On my activating sneak mode
Only play my song once the haters never repost
Got a couple beats for later yeah I'm going to eat those
Bitches think I'm Puerto Rican like my name was Rico
I've been stealing beats like that shit was legal
Suicide wrist split
I'm on that sick shit
They told me get em
So I said sick em
And my bitch did
They really want to play the kid still making it
What they did was foul shit technically it was flagrant
And everything I making I know they hating it
Confrontations don't even pull my 40 out
I'm complacent I don't got no shawty now
Say you about what you about we been fight for the clout
I don't f*ck with bitches
They're always tricking
Always out passing the digits
Always under another nigga like a midget always in the DM's swear they don't know how to act
I find one that cares and I push her ass back
That's why I'm in the back sipping jack all black
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
My wrist snap trying to hold back the act
I don't really pray but I'm praying for a heart attack
We got a little team
It's the type to make a dream happen
I don't want see
Anyone be happy
On my life I'll call it scene gladly
I don't really want to be happy
Do I seem happy
See the tat on my face and they gleam at me
Walk in the 7 11 and they follow
She wants to get to my heart but bitch I'm hallow
I got tated on my face and now I'm striking out
Oh Cause i ain't got Ms in my bank account
No hoe want a nigga staying in a drought
But don't catch vapors when I'm busting out
They asking who I'm f*cking now
Your eardrums right f*cking now
Roll it up then blow it down
I'm a F*cking hound
Watch your hoe play my song in yo house
Young niggas talking about a drako
But missing shots like Shaq at the free throw
New to the game but it's like I'm using cheat codes
On my activating sneak mode
Only play my song once the haters never repost
Got a couple beats for later yeah I'm going to eat those
Bitches think I'm Puerto Rican like my name was Rico
I've been stealing beats like that shit was legal
Writer: Higher Learning
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