Teabag Dat Hoe [x8] Drop Yo Nuts Off In Her Throat [x4] Teabag Dat Hoe A Teabag Dat Hoe A Teabag Dat Hoe A Teabag Dat Hoe A [Verse 1:] Well I Told Dis
partna to roose to eva and will???? on my grandma partna i know im goin to hell so What's Happening? [x16] What's Happening?? You already know It's trap squad
the ground, panties down Six chicks with a trash bag of money, tryna count that shit Never will find me around that bitch Unless she got them lips wrapped around that dick Other
get naked Now shit's gettin hectic The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it Clean those traps, all the other shit I'm fuckin one hoe, and
hole in your rock (Terror Squad) Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
I always try to keep a look out for the party sleeper And when I peep a sleeper then I'm the grim reaper In to the bottomless pit they keep plungin Down with the other
beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone
'm about to spit, get what I'm about to get Never no counterfeit, movin' about a bit 'Knowledge Reigns Supreme', only a few like the sound of it Others
don't play that (BITCH SHUT UP!) And I know where you stay at (BITCH SHUT UP!) So if you talking keep yo lips shut (BITCH SHUT UP) Fo' you get yo squad
your breath or state your case Speak your mind or be on your way Ain't got time for the games you play Every n***a in my squad got a strap Grind hard
? is he really hood? is he really koo? is he really paid? where tht nigga stay? he really from tha A? did he really trap? did he really move work?
steering wheel I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other
You 'bout to witness somethin' like no other The sky gon' get dark, street's gon' clutter Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer Vets gon' quit, it's gettin
this shit man When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business When we said their was a whole 'nother side of Atlanta A 'nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap
some you don't But you already begin again, start, it go Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go Man, if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad
. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys
south I mean we comin? out Yeah nigga we comin? hard You can?t fuck wit it get wit it that shotgun hit squad Yeah we some trap stars Some fuckin? rap
