What?
Aye, what?
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Aye, what?
Trxple7, we gon’ send you to heaven
Team Deathmatch
MOONLXGHT
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Anything I buy, I need two of it
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Hear you talkin’ down, then you a b#tch
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
True Religion fiendin’, cashin’ all my green in
They ask why I spend so much, don’t got a reason
Hop up in a Benz or a Lamb, then I’m speedin’
I walk outta Saks, then I walk up into Neiman’s
Where your bros? Don’t see ’em
Where your racks? Don’t see ’em
We walk up in this b#tch, and we some f#ckin’ demons
Get my bands I’m leavin’
Hellcat, whippin’ demons
I’m just flexin’ with the team, and b#tch we always winnin’
It’s like team deathmatch, imma shoot you down
You gon’ f#ck with us? We put you in the ground
I got two houses, somethin’ like Nuketown
b#tch it’s trxple7, we gon’ spray some rounds
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Anything I buy, I need two of it
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Hear you talkin’ down, then you a b#tch
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
And you losin’ em
I got choppas, I got lots of drums, we gon’ shoot to win
I just can’t lose, I’m to used to winnin’
Pull out my Beretta and I got his head spinnin’
If I see you, imma pop you, I don’t need no f#ckin’ reason
Aye, no Kermit but I stacked some green
Aye, don’t need a permit for this Glock 19
b#tch, don’t make me catch a felony
Cause if you talkin’ down, imma pop you in your own section
Aye, no Kermit but I stacked some green
Aye, don’t need a permit for this Glock 19
b#tch, don’t make me catch a felony
Cause if you talkin’ down, imma pop you in your own section
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Anything I buy, I need two of it
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
Team deathmatch, we gon’ shoot to win
Make the choppa go crazy like it’s losin’ it
Hear you talkin’ down, then you a b#tch
Got my racks up, and you losin’ ’em
DJ MOONLXGHT
Trxple7
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