tate

[Intro]
(Luracks)
A-Team shit, nigga
(Where you get all them racks, bruh?)

[Verse]
I'm with two Glocks on a date
Two Glocks, Andrew and Tristan Tate
Rifle rounds hit him in his face
I don't boss, nigga I ain't Tank
I got sticks when I'm with Osama
Sippin' drop now I'm at the doctor's
Every day, I'm tryn' chase a comma
I'm lil dog, do we have a problem?
Stick on me, I can't leave without it
I got dough, shit he ain't seen, a thousand
.45 bulldog, steady growling
My dog green from doin' all this countin'
I ball hard, now this nigga scoutin'
ARP got him in a hursh
I get mad as hell when I'm off Percs
Hollow shells send him to a nurse
Stick got his ugly ass on a shirt
I don't wrestle, do I look like Kurt
My German shooter pull up just like Durk
Play with the age, you gon' get it worse

[Outro]
On KK nigga, it's the big A-Team lieutenant
And don't get your nose wiped nigga, 'cause I like sliming for fun
(I laid the murder game down, let niggas know we not fuckin' around man)