Star Slinger - Team lyrics

[Verse 1: Babeo Baggins] I'm not a threat, I'm just a future and you're absolute I'm charging up my compliments and you be changing batteries Life's about progression but these b**hes got me stressin' Soundin' sad and got me feelin' type of aggressive while you smack around lawyers Uncle Jessie with the speakers Do you get it? I can blow a better foe on the inside of a cleaners Do you get it? 'Cause I'm sick with it but you can't get rid of it NyQuil to these n***as 'cause they always try to sleep on it They almost in the remedy They always in the area Got the dopest sh**, you better ask your local carrier Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Is my voice clear? Hope your page and resolution is here 'Cause [?] struggle This is to where my credit at This to having fun in candles and my marble Fendi hat I'm in mourning 'cause all y'all n***as boring So I k**ed the game and wrote a [?] [Verse 2: Babe Simpson] Heard your new sh**, n***a, hated it We're convinced the critics we are better than their average sh** n***a, we made it! So now I'm downtown with my day one n***as Gettin' faded Gettin' asked if I ever get tired of Barf Troop runnin' sh**? I know you hate it Doin' 4x4s since two up and two down And still got got two more Givin' no f**s to who never loved us 'Bout who never wanted to hear us words, what is the hey! Mazel Tov to the charge No room for you [?] out of place Doin' numbers off the backboard And you drawin' blanks off the side court (court court court court c-c-c-c-court) [Verse 3: Babeo Baggins] Bring the horns in! Super chef, yeah, you know I cook it up Make these b**hes eat their words, yeah, you know I serve it up And you know I'm in the crew and you know just what we do Takin' names, this ain't no game Yeah, we bring the beef to you Like special delivery You been waitin' for it We bangin' pots and pans so you b**hes can't ignore it Like here you go, it's time to cook it up You was doin' for a long time, time to serve it up, full plate, come and get it Yeah, you know I got seconds for you and thirds n***a, f** what you heard Barf Troop, real sh**, kick you lames to the curb See, I said I tried to get thick I mean real good, and I'm gettin' good dick My n***a he be brainy My n***a be a scholar, writin' essays to the p**y like I kicked him off the roster Yeah, I said I'm tryna get thick I mean real good like I didn't leave the country [?] for the cake Sangrias for my sanity That's food for the soul But I mean, he would be proud of me [Verse 3: Babenstein] Fee, fi, fiddly-fum f** a giant, baby, hear the boogie, here I come Microminds flow wouldn't matter if he run n***a, got a couple bands Gotta stroke and strum Tell a hatin' hoe get some dreams and aspirations Eatin' better than these b**hes, no reservation Full of f**in' corn just to choose a vacation Flip my f**in' sh** if you f** up my rotation Quadruple penetration Yes, I'm f**in' all you n***as up BT go hard, no Powderpuff But a b**h dykier than bu*tercup I'm bu*tered up on that money die Bourbon chicken samples n***as always tried it Lindsay Glohan, always Freaky Friday Comin' up over us? Not likely!