Letra de Team Preppin’ - 3200 Tre & RMC Mike

(Feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

Huh, she like the way I rap 'cause every bar real, come on

I'm in a–, come on

It's Thirty (I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

Come on, It's Thirty

Huh, she like the way I rap 'cause every bar real

Hm, whatever I can't hold, the car will

Hm, I'm in here making bricks do a cartwheel

My shoe full of dope and Carolina, this a Tar Heel

Hm, Kidd told me, "This the one", he think the beat groovy

Did some shit I can't respect, that's all love, but I don't speak to him

Hm, I don't think this nigga solid, I can see through him

Huh, I'm ridin' 'round with fifty grams if you see me cruisin'

Huh, I can't do this shit myself, it's a team effort

Huh, how the shirt cost this much and it got three letters?

I'on like the way your litter look, my brother breed better

I done said some shit that you was thinking of, but it seem clever

Yeah, I stopped drinking lean, it's a clean beverage

And I know my dope clean 'cause the fiends stretched it

3200 for my jeans, I'm Celine stepping

Hm, I'm just tryna build a roster, call it team preppin'

Fuck a beam, I put a camera A.R.P

Snapshot a nigga face before I shoot him in his teeth

We out here tryna get some money, but we ain't clueless to the beef

Baby 'K kinda stutter, but it's fluent when it speak

I'm the type to go and get the bag and split it with the hood

Told brodie, "It's a bet", long as the money on the wood

Come from a small city, but I'm big dude like I'm Bug

You would cut your hands off and wear mine's if you could

Caught a body at a dice game, now I'm in Crime Stoppers

My bitch smart as fuck, she give me brain, I don't mind knowledge

My old bitch was a ho, but I don't mind mileage

The clip inside the gun on the nightstand

The clip inside the gun longer than a mic stand

I'm screaming, "Fuck that nigga up, Gramz", I'm his hype man

I'm really good in the 6, yeah, I'm Mike mans, huh

I'm finna go pipe a long–, whan, whan, hold on

Huh, I'm finna go and fuck me a fine model

In the club with an attitude, hit you wit' a Patron bottle, damn

It ain't bust, it's a strong bottle

I'on crack, fold or bend on Foamposites

Screamin', "Fuck the OG", now you a whole hostage

296 thousand dollars, that's my whole closet

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