​a-team sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Luracks
A-Team sh*t, n*gga
Where you get all them racks from?
Boy, f*ck YOU n*gga

[Chorus]
GLE, I'm switching lanes, I don't shoot feet like Tory Lanez (f*ck YOU, n*gga)
Walter White she saying my name, just like Chris Brown I'm getting fame
Trackhawk Jeep, n*gga this ain't a Range
Kanye West, I'm going insane
Stick on me major, I'm bringing you pain
Me and Juice might hold on your cane
I need some bleach, steady hittin' them stains
My hands on the stick, I'ma call up Jermaine
I'm off a 10 so she callin' me lame
I'm off a 10 so I can't hear a thing
I'm suicidal, I'm hanging with gang
A-Team sh*t, you know that's what I claim

[Verse]
I got a pocket rocket for a star
Hellcat, this ain't a regular car
White plug trippin' tryna' sell me tar
Hawk his ass down, he ain't gon' make it far
Put Percs down and I pick up some bars
I rock out, I don't need a guitar
Snake my brudda, I'm feelin' like Scar
Smoking dope, I won't light a cigar
Botch his ass with the stick, I don't spar
My old plug watching Dr. Umar
I'm smoking crack like I'm Kendrick Lamar
I shoot this K, I don't care I'm off za
I got sticks I can beef with Qatar
I got two sticks, Harold & Kumar
Racks too loud, you can smell out the jar
Weird ass n*gga, call 'em Lil Mar
[Chorus]
(pus*y ass n*ggas)
Oh, damn, oh damn, oh damn
GLE, I'm switching lanes, I don't shoot feet like Tory Lanez
Walter White she saying my name, just like Chris Brown I'm getting fame
Trackhawk Jeep, n*gga this ain't a Range
Kanye West, I'm going insane
Stick on me major, I'm bringing you pain
Me and Juice might hold on your cane
I need some bleach, steady hittin' them stains
My hands on the stick, I'ma call up Jermaine
I'm off a 10 so she callin' me lame
I'm off a 10 so I can't hear a thing
I'm suicidal, I'm hanging with gang
A-Team sh*t, you know that's what I claim, n*gga