​dream team

[Intro: Hella Sketchy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Popped a bean, popped a bar like a Tic Tac
Swervin' foreigns in Japan off this loud pack
Bands on me shinin' all inside a Louis bag
VVS necklace, never catch me without my strap
Popped a bean, popped a bar like a Tic Tac
Swervin' foreigns in Japan off this loud pack
Bands on me shinin' all inside a Louis bag
VVS necklace, never catch me without my strap
Yeah, off a bar, off a bean now
People hit me up that never talked to me now
They see the glow comin' from me, Gucci jeans now
Actin' like they never see me look so clean, wow
Yeah, wow, oh, yeah
Gettin' to the guap, never messin' with no thot
People hit my phone like I forgot they were an opp
Countin' up my bands and you'll never see me stop

[Verse 2: Lil 4]
I got all these bands, all up in my face
Yeah, I just fucked your bitch, she gon' give me face
Yeah, bitch, leave me alone, bitch, get off my case
Yeah, bands on top of bands, bitch, don't make me spray
Louis on my bag, yeah, Truey on my pants, yeah
Pull up smokin' gas, yeah, finessin' them bands, yeah
Louis on my bag, yeah, Truey on my pants, yeah
Pull up smokin' gas, yeah, finessin' them bands, yeah

[Verse 3: July]
Bitch, what the fuck you want from me, my dick? Yeah
I might run a plug, yeah, I might run a check, yeah
Bitches on my fuckin' dick wanna fuck me for my clout
All these bitches on my dick, they wanna fuck me for my fame
Yeah, bitches on my dick want me for the fame, yeah
All these bitches on my dick when I flex this shit, yeah
And this shawty on my dick, she will not leave me alone, yeah
All these bitches on my phone will not leave me alone, yeah
Aye, please get up off my phone, yeah
Aye, please, just leave me alone, yeah
Aye, bitch won't get off my phone, yeah
Aye, bitch won't get off my phone, yeah

[Verse 4: Glisten]
Yeah, you know it's Glisten, baby (Glisten, baby)
When I pull up, yeah, in new Mercedes ('cedes)
Yeah, I drive these bitches crazy (drive these bitches crazy)
All these bitches wanna have my babies
Yeah, I ain't trustin' no thot, no, I won't (no thot)
Never fuckin' with these lil thots, no, I don't
Bitch, I don't know where the rest have been, rest have been
Niggas tryin' me will get the pole
Aye, I spent a lot for the fit (lot for the fit, yeah)
Aye, niggas said you never switched up, no, aye
C-Countin' money, so mixed up, aye, yeah
Xanny bar in the mixture
I'ma go and get it, yeah, I'ma rep the team, yeah
Bitch, you know I'm with it, yeah, and my niggas with it, yeah
They might go and get to you, nigga, you can't run (run)
Do this shit for fun, what?

[Verse 5: Lil Wintr]
Bitch, I'm Lil Wintr, yeah, I'm swervin' in the whip
All my jewels around my neck cost a band and a brick, yeah
All these hoes mad 'cause I ain't givin' no dick
Half my money in the safe, flexin' bands the rest of it, yeah
Smokin' loud, smokin' packs in the foreign
Swervin' downtown with my girl, yeah
Flexin' all my dough, yeah
Bitches mad and all them know that I be guapped with the racks
Got my shooters with the Macs
I'll be famous and that's facts
Hey, what's up, hello
I'll be coppin' all that dro
How much guap I'm making, bitch, that's all y'all really want to know, yeah
Getting straight A's, not in school but in the rap game
Bitches fuck up off my dick, I ain't gon' tend to you before the fame
Bitch, I'm Lil Wintr, yeah, I'm swervin' in the whip
All my jewels around my neck cost a band and a brick, yeah
All these hoes mad, 'cause I ain't givin' no dick
Half my money in the safe, flexin' bands the rest of it, yeah

[Verse 6: Lil Paycheck]
She in love with me, she love double G
I can't trust no opp, no, I can't trust no opp
Don't talk to no cop, no, don't talk to no cop
Niggas say they real, but them niggas, they gon' pop
Same niggas cruel, they gon' fuck up all your thots
Fuck up all your thots, I can't trust no thot
I just want my bands, I just want my guap

[Verse 7: Kevin Kazi]
Bitch, I count my bands, bitch I run it up
All my, all my, all my exes mad, to be honest, I don't give a fuck
Niggas on some snake shit, money, I'ma chase it
Pockets on swole, baby, we're totally complacent
Motorola shawty, Samsung juggin' from the lines
Backwood blunts, I can't open up my eyes
PayPal guala, all my bands Wi-Fi
.22 Glock, put three bullets in your spine

[Verse 8: MARCELO]
All these bitches talkin', yeah, they ain't with that walking
I been on this by myself, no one here to help
Ridin' with my shawty in my whip, don't fuck with no one
Don't talk to me no more 'cause you and I are movin' on
On, yeah, I'm movin' on
All these bitches want me, you can't fuckin' stop me
I'ma keep it lowkey, get out my way, I'm goin'
Hop off my boat I'm rowin'
All my diamonds on me showing
Stuntin' all over you
Call my Uber to the group
Spent a payment on the coupe
Flexin' up for my crew
They not speakin' 'bout the truth
Fuck with me, you gon' lose
They just sleepin', yeah they snooze
Ride for me, win or lose
Well, I'll let you choose (choose, choose, choose)
Well, I'll let you choose (let you choose)
Oh, I'll let you choose
Well, I'll let you choose