[Intro : Vaughn ]
Solo Cup Team you bum ass n*ggas
We ain't playin' with ya'll
f*ck bottles
I got a red cup and a blunt
Cuz thats what real n*ggas do
[Verse 1 : Zilla]
Shark Weeks coming yeah its overdue
Don't worry August is even getting closer too
Download yes I am hoping you do
n*gga I am only f*cking with a chosen few
Team Solo Cup...hmmmm...yeah thats it
Kickin' flows so hard on tracks that they backflip
Don't act sick ya di*k cuz ya mad stiff
I'm filling in for you blanks call me mad-libs
Yeah Trey steals ya girls and then brings em' to me
Team Solo Cup aka rapin' pussies
Shutting you as*h*les up yeah I'm taping tushies
I don't care what you as*h*les say cuz you gay and musy
[Interlude : Vaughn]
Thought we was jokin'
I ain't chaning for none of you sucka ass n*ggas
Still rock double xl shirts in the summertime with timbs and sh*t
Long ass church socks
I ain't changing for none of these bum ass tight ass jean n*ggas
I'm a real n*gga nah mean
Lays with ranch dressing all on it
I don't play no games
Nah mean
Shark Week get ready n*gga
Get that A-trak CD n*gga
[Verse 2 : Zilla]
Bring it back to the beat they ain't made for this
Every single night I fantasize about taylor swift
Taking rips of salvia, then I take a trip
Staring at a big pool of lava and I take a dip
Skinny dipping with midgets eating crickets
Smackin' b*tches with my cellphone yellin' give me digits
Yes I'm vicious
Take a bite out of a b*tch, tell her she's f*cking delicious
And I'm out b*tch........
[Interlude 2 : Vaughn]
All these girls is f*cking with the Solo Cup Team
f*ck chicken we eatin' shrimp and sh*t
All that butter all that garlic
We ain't got none of that fake ass sh*t
I'm all about my cheddar n*gga red lobster biscuits
[Verse 3: Culayd]
All my n*ggas is demons and so psychotic
But it's alright this sh*ts bionic
I do this sh*t for ya idiotics
I tell ya how I get it till' that they think I'm gone
And everybody know Team Solo Cup I put it on
What they wanna talk about ain't nothin to a g like me
C-U-L-A-Y-D, I get it gangsta man you ain't a g
I tell you what it is, I show you what its like, they know I get it done
I do it everynight, ya'll know I'm one
Dropped that bout that three days ago and now I'm goin' in some more
I'm just tryna get some dough, I'm tryna get a little cheese just to make it better
Whatever, I'm counting cheddar
I do this sh*t like a real berretta
I'm always poppin' off
These lame ass n*ggas soft
And I ain't tell em' nothin, but you got weak sauce
And I'm a real boss
Stack it up you can't have it
I do this own thing, homie I'm a lyrical ratchet
Always blastin' sh*t
Homie this ain't no blanks
All f*ck is dime b*tches...no skanks