[Intro]
(His name's Pablo!)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
60 million streams, that's the goal, already got 40
One up top, I send you to the sky with this Glock 40
First time I seen a dope sale I was in Pop Warner
Louie don't take the whole 30, he just pop quarters
Up 20 racks on my bitch, she call me chatty
I got adopted twice, I need a meal from all 3 families
Make my fiends get high together, aye Paul meet Andy
Lately I been taxing like a bitch, you can call be Sammy

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Mike voice deep as hell, he might be my dad
Finna give this lil' bitch some dick like she never had
Fuck four hoes in 3 hours, call another cab
This bitch done drunk the whole bar, I need another tab
Beatin' up pussy with my left, throw another jab
Bro nem just shot another opp, cooked another crab
Young n***a mouth full of gold, ridin' on slabs
N***as try to talk some paper, it just make me laugh

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Hold on
N***as talkin paper, they ain't got it, that shit make me mad
I just made 20 thousand, that shit made me glad
I just fucked my main bitch mama, like that can't be dad
40 make his body get to glitchin', I just made him lag
Oh you said you wanna do a feature, n***a, pay me half
I be giving Keisha big nugs, I got Katie mad
I just hit the road with 2 bow's in a Macy's bag
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Park the car outside the spot, bro I'm here
Whip out Glock, fire 2 or 3 shots in the air
I ain't high, I'm just lettin' n***as know that I'm aware
17 rubbers on me, tell the hoes I'm prepared
Got a couple hoes sitting at the spot, but they scared
I bet dawg wouldn't have never said shit if I was there
If I go to bust a onion down, nah that's a nickel
Good shots will have your family goin' to the 'spital

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Yachty got some earrings in his ear that'll blind your eye
Woke up at 8 and made a 10 before 9:05
One bitch just ain't enough, I'm finna line up five
Trap money got me high as fuck, I can't find the rhyme
Do this in my sleep, I spice talk with no fuckin' effort
Went to church praying for my sins, then served the reverend
Freaky bitch love to suck my dick while I swerve the Tesla
40 round clip on that chop, yeah the curve is extra

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
Wood grain by the window pane, yeah it cost me extra
Fucked a model bitch with dry throat so I gave her Allegra
Latin bitch with a long nose, look like Snoh Aalegra
Fucked her life up, now she wishing that she never met ya
Put a bitch on Kevin Federline, and etcetera
Pull up with a baby chop, with a suppressor
Pull up with a white coat, like a professor
F&N with no scope, sit on the dresser
[Verse 7: YN Jay]
Hold on
I just hit him in his yeah, all you heard was boom
I was really in them streets, I ain't watch cartoons
Keep a close eye on bro nem, gotta watch my goons
In the titty bar grabbing titties, let me see them boobs
Turn the TV on Channel 12, I think he made the news
Ridin' with a knot of old hundreds this shit can't be blues
Pass me the motherfuckin' gun if you ain't gon shoot

[Verse 8: Louie Ray]
Okay I sell dope and tote big straps, you know I fuck around
We gon' get some money off the rap, cause it's enough around
I ain't famous yet, but she gon' still let me bust her down
Too street, I'm on another street, calming beef down
Drag race up through the A where they arrest us
My team stay loyal through the bumps, it's impressive
Somebody wanna fuck me every night, but that's expected
Made my last bitch change her lifestyle, it's unaccepted

[Outro: Louie Ray]
Yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah
A-Team, A-Team, A-Team