TEAM ROCKET CYPHER

[Intro]
Prepare for trouble
And make it double
To protect the world from devastation
To unite all peoples within our nation
To denounce the evils of truth and love
To extend our reach to the stars above

[Verse 1: Novastein]
These niggas know that I'm next up
Had it for my niggas 'cause you know we got our checks up
Why you coming over here like you boutta come check some?
Nigga I might break some
Nigga come and shake some
I been go chasing that money, been chasing that green, but half of you niggas switched off of me
I just bought me a new strap and it came with a beam so watch as these niggas back off of me
Don't come in my DMs for no feat
That shit gon' cost a fee
You can't be mad at me 'cause you can't pay the fee

[Bridge: Novastein]
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
We sending bullets to his brain
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
We sending bullets to his brain

[Verse 2: konketsu]
Pussy nigga who you talkin' to
Skirtin' off in a nigga coupe
Airin' bullets at his brain, ew
Cookin' up like this shit a stew
Stick him up, it's like they is glue
I'm still with the gang with the crew
Got the AR in the back
With the gang never lack
Talkin' shit you get smacked
Then we blow down his back
Damn, you know aim hacks
It's for my homie so I snapped
Posted up with a strap

[Verse 3: caponeti]
We put him on a stretcher
I swear y'all niggas dirty, you fishy no salmonella (You need to leave)
I pull up at the crib, a perc and it's loaded, it built like Tesla
Like Batman your shit made up, I fucked her in a Tesla
Told her I could make it better
My niggas be on go
We pull up to the function like Columbine, on the floor
They say Cap you very different, they say it like I don't know
You youngins see the growth
Pussy nigga type on Twitter, his bitch giving me a show

[Verse 4: lucina]
Get the gang
Shots right through his brain (Pew)
We gon' let it bang, whoa (Pew, pew)
I don't know why these fuck nigga just talkin'
My nigga this Glock, lil' nigga I'm robbin'
I'm dickin' your bitch, she don't want me to stop it (Pop it)
Yeah, I'ma pop your ass
I'm with Nova poppin' tags
We gon' shoot you in your back
I ain't gon' stop, not gon' relax
Choppa hit you, that shit clap
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I'm with the bros lil' nigga we poppin'

[Verse 5: gash]
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[Verse 6: yarn]
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[Verse 7: loveyouparadise]
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[Verse 8: seph]
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[Verse 9: jons]
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[Verse 10: 1crusafix]
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[Verse 11: chanelfather]
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[Verse 12: Endie]
Talkin' out your ass, finna pop him like a molly
Boy please get your money up
Send shots right through his body, uh
Tryna talk to me in LA, tryna fix everything, don't have any percs
Birkin the bag, I don't really care 'cause my sets not comin' in last
Tryna tell me that I'm up next but I don't care 'cause your shit is ass
Claimin' you finna shoot but we know you a liar, boy just run me yo' bag
Your bitch callin' on my phone, she tryna tell me I'm on
Better watch the way you talk to your elders, boy better watch your tone