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team rocket cypher - novastein lyrics

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[intro]
prepare for trouble

to protect the world from devastation

to denounce the evils of truth and love

[verse 1: novastein]
these n*ggas know that i’m next up
had it for my n*ggas ’cause you know we got our checks up
why you coming over here like you boutta come check some?
n*gga i might break some
n*gga come and shake some
i been go chasing that money, been chasing that green, but half of you n*ggas switched off of me
i just bought me a new strap and it came with a beam so watch as these n*ggas back off of me
don’t come in my dms for no feat
that sh*t gon’ cost a fee
you can’t be mad at me ’cause you can’t pay the fee
[bridge: novastein]
yeah, hey, yeah, hey
we sending bullets to his brain
yeah, hey, yeah, hey
we sending bullets to his brain

[verse 2: konketsu]
p*ssy n*gga who you talkin’ to
skirtin’ off in a n*gga coupe
airin’ bullets at his brain, ew
cookin’ up like this sh*t a stew
stick him up, it’s like they is glue
i’m still with the gang with the crew
got the ar in the back
with the gang never lack
talkin’ sh*t you get smacked
then we blow down his back
d*mn, you know aim hacks
it’s for my homie so i snapped
posted up with a strap

[verse 3: caponeti]
we put him on a stretcher
i swear y’all n*ggas dirty, you fishy no salmonella (you need to leave)
i pull up at the crib, a perc and it’s loaded, it built like tesla
like batman your sh*t made up, i f*cked her in a tesla
told her i could make it better
my n*ggas be on go
we pull up to the function like columbine, on the floor
they say cap you very different, they say it like i don’t know
you youngins see the growth
p*ssy n*gga type on twitter, his b*tch giving me a show
[verse 4: lucina]
get the gang
shots right through his brain (pew)
we gon’ let it bang, whoa (pew, pew)
i don’t know why these f*ck n*gga just talkin’
my n*gga this glock, lil’ n*gga i’m robbin’
i’m d*ckin’ your b*tch, she don’t want me to stop it (pop it)
yeah, i’ma pop your ass
i’m with nova poppin’ tags
we gon’ shoot you in your back
i ain’t gon’ stop, not gon’ relax
choppa hit you, that sh*t clap
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i’m with the bros lil’ n*gga we poppin’

[verse 5: gash]
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[verse 6: yarn]
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[verse 7: loveyouparadise]
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[verse 8: seph]
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[verse 9: jons]
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[verse 10: 1crusafix]
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[verse 11: chanelfather]
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[verse 12: endie]
talkin’ out your ass, finna pop him like a molly
boy please get your money up
send shots right through his body, uh
tryna talk to me in la, tryna fix everything, don’t have any percs
birkin the bag, i don’t really care ’cause my sets not comin’ in last
tryna tell me that i’m up next but i don’t care ’cause your sh*t is ass
claimin’ you finna shoot but we know you a liar, boy just run me yo’ bag
your b*tch callin’ on my phone, she tryna tell me i’m on
better watch the way you talk to your elders, boy better watch your tone

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