Marčelo - Dream Team lyrics

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy] Popped a bean, popped a bar like a tic tac Swerving foreigns in Japan off this loud pack Bands on me, shining all inside a Louis bag VVS necklace, never catch me without my strap Popped a bean, popped a bar like a tic tac Swerving foreigns in Japan off this loud pack Bands on me, shining 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 talk to me now They see the glow coming from me, Gucci jeans now Acting like they never see me look so clean, wow Yeah, wow, oh, yeah Getting to the guap, never messing with no thot People hit my phone like I forgot they were an opp Counting up my bands and you'll never see me stop [Verse 2: Lil Foreskin] Countin' all these bands, all up in my face Yeah, I just f**ed your b**h, she gon' give me face Yeah, b**h leave me alone, b**h get off my case Yeah, bands on top of bands, b**h don't make me spray Louis on my bag yeah, Truey on my pants yeah Pull up smoking gas yeah, finessing the bands yeah Louis on my bag yeah, Truey on my pants yeah Pull up smoking gas yeah, finessing the bands yeah [Verse 3: July] b**h, what the f** you want from me, my dick? yeah I might run a plug yeah, I might run a check, yeah b**hes on my f**ing dick, wanna f** me for my clout All these b**hes on my dick, they wanna f** me for my fame Yeah b**hes on my dick want me for the fame, yeah All these b**hes on my dick, when I flex and sh**, yeah And this shawty on my dick, she will not leave me alone, yeah All these b**hes 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, b**h won't get off my phone, yeah Aye, b**h won't get off my phone, yeah [Verse 4: Lil Glisten] Yeah, you know it's glisten baby When I pull up in a new Mercedes Yeah, I drive these b**hes crazy All these b**hes wanna have my babies Yeah, I ain't trusting thot, no I won't Never f**ing with these lil thots, no I don't b**h I don't know where the rest have been, rest have been If they trying me, they'll get the pole Aye, I spent a lot for the fit Aye, n***as said you never switched up, no Aye, counting money, so mixed up, aye Xanny bar in the mixture I'mma go and get it, yeah, I'mma rep the team, yeah b**h you know I'm with it yeah, all my n***as with it, yeah They might go and get to you, n***a you can't run, run Do this sh** for fun, what? [Verse 5: Lil Wintr] b**h I'm Lil Wintr, yeah I'm swerving in the whip All my j**els around my neck cost a band and a brick, yeah All these hoes mad, 'cause I ain't giving no dick Half my money in the safe, flexing bands the rest of it, yeah Smoking loud, smoking packs in the foreign Swerving downtown with my girl, yeah Flexing all my dough, yeah b**hes 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 copping all that dro How much guap I'm making b**h, that's all y'all really want to know, yeah Getting straight A's, not in school, but in the rap game b**hes f** up off my dick I ain't gon' tend to you before the fame b**h I'm Lil Wintr, yeah I'm swerving in the whip All my j**els around my neck cost a band and a brick, yeah All these hoes mad cause I ain't giving no dick Half my money in the safe, flexing bands the rest of it, yeah [Verse 6: Lil Paycheck] She in love with me, she look up to me 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 n***as say they real, but them n***as, they gon' pop Same n***as cruel, they gon' f** up all your thots f** up all your thots, I can't try no thot I just want my bands, I just want my guap [Verse 7: Lil Namek] b**h I count my bands, b**h I run it up All my exes mad, to be honest, I don't give a f** n***as on some snake sh**, money I'mma chase it Pockets on swole, baby we're totally complacent Motorola shawty, Samsung jugging from the lines Backwood blunts, I can't open up my eyes PayPal guala, all my bands wifi .22 Glock, put three bullets in your spine [Verse 8: Marcelo] All these b**hes talking, they ain't with that walking I been on this by myself, no one here to help Riding with my shawty in my whip, don't f** with no one Don't talk to me no more, 'cause you a lame I'm moving on On, yea I'm moving on All these b**hes want me, you can't f**ing stop me I'mma keep it lowkey, get out my way, I'm going Hop off my boat I'm rowing, all my diamonds on me showing Stunting all over you Call my uber to the group Spent a payment on the coupe Flexing up for my crew They not speaking bout the truth f** with me, you gon' lose They just sleeping yeah they snooze Ride for me you 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