Tee Baby - '2014 Spurs Lyrics

Ion want nun but real around me
Nun but real

Nigga know I got them Rackies on me
Call me CG bandman
We sticked up in this bitch with 49s I feel like San Fran
And I woke up in this ho sippin wok
I feel like kan-kan
And the drum up on my stick'll put you in line Ain't talkin' no damn band

Why she say she love me?
You know these hoes be lyin
Why y'all keep on talkin'?
Ain't yall tired niggas tired of dyin
You see this chopper right here lil' nigga
That's the reason your mama cryin
I was trappin' out my school my teacher told Me I was the defiant

Yo bitch blowin' up my phone
She know I'm her favorite trapper
Bitch it's doelick in the stu
You know we yo' bitch favorite rapper
And I hate a goofy nigga bitch
I can't f*ck with a cappa
Bitch jus ask me why I told her leave her AirPods it's a tracker

Leave her AirPods it's a tracker
Run up on Lil' D I'm a motherf*ckin' wack ya
Got yo' bitch up on her knees n no I'm not no F*ckin' pastor
Make a nigga disappear like he's motherf*ckin' Casper

Gang just sent me a bad bitch
You know I had to clap her
You know I had to clap her sippin' on Reposado
Straight up out the bottle Instagram famous so I call her my lil' model
She a lil' freak and she go for me

Smokin' on these leafs we don't f*ck with Swish and Sweets
Shoot a pussy nigga from deep like I'm Curry Steph
I mean Stephen Curry I need it in a hurry
Bitch I'm high as f*ck
I can't see shit because it's blurry

I can't see shit because it's blurry
I'ma freeze him up like Frozone
Bitch you cannot stay I already f*cked
You gotta go home
I'm off like three blunts to the face
I feel like Monica I'm so gone
Bitch stay in your place before
I hit you with a tombstone

If a nigga play with us we cook his bitch ass like hibachi
Like my nigga Lil' Tim say he feel like lil' boat
I smoke on broccoli
Got a lil' bitch grab my nut she screamin'
CG can you cock me
Had to kick the hoe out my crib she screamin'
CG please don't block me

And I'm still so high in the God damn sky and I'm stuck up there like an eagle
We don't do walk downs we'll hop on foot
And chase his ass down like a cheetah
She be trippin' sometimes but I ain't gon' lie
She still my favorite eater
Won't put my hands in the hoe
But I might jack and then I beat her

Bitch the way I swing the Glock bitch
You would think I'm Derek Jeter
The way lil CG hit your hoe bitch nigga
I wouldn't even keep her
And I want your f*ckin' soul nigga
I'm a f*ckin' reaper
And my niggas crashin' out they blow shit up Just like a creeper

I'm a real H-town baby know I sip on Texas tea
I just popped a damn Perc 30
I'm finna rock her out her jeans
I'm a real designer junkie
I mix chrome hearts with Celine
Deez 3 choppas weigh him down
Hit his ass with triple beam

I've been servin' to the fiends choppa scary Halloween
Keep the pussy ball like Caillou baby or like Mr Clean
I'ma hit him with this veccna make his ass see Stranger things
I put a switch up on the Glock and make the f*ckin' oppa sing