Hometeam

[Hook: Wes Fif]

I reign supreme

Gotta make that cheese

Gotta go on the work

Boy I gotta cross two seas

They make that play cause I'm ripping like a Russian AK

Cause I grinding and chasing the dream

This ain't only for me

Say what?

Cause I do it for the home team! (I grind)

For the home team (I ball), for the home team (Stand tall)

For the hometeam, I do this for the home team! (Go real)

For the home team (I work), for the home team (Go bezerk)

For the home team, I do this for the home team! (Uh!)

[Verse 1: Wes Fif]

Lit fast and blunt full'a lit grass

Big wheels on a whip bitch, big ass

In the South all we do is get cash

Can't do shit but copy and get mad

Eat your heart out, suck a nigga

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That's why they don't fuck with me

Can't walk like this, so it's tough to see

Off sets on a 65' gt

Though the south spill oil like BP

Uhh, but I clean up nice, married to the game

No prenup, nice

No honeymoon, I ain't even throw rice

Eat the whole pie won't leave no slice

Spit so sick gotta play that twice

Call Young G I don't need to rock ice

Yeah, and you don't even gotta ask

All up front need all my cash

I go hard then all ya'll ass

You can go ahead and kiss all my ass

That Marlins stay on my hat

You know this that Florida shit

Ya'll niggers know what it is

Dirty South we run this shit!

[Hook: Wes Fif]

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T]

Hey ball out with me, crawl out with me, hear a lot of screams Saying fall out with me

I'm all out with it, like he ain't saying nothing

Niggas bark all day (woof), ain't scared of nothing

Still in the hood like C

Autographing titties and hoes is taking photos

Of the baddest of bitches, bust it open call it porno

Smokin' live cuz ?

Higher then the bitch, skyscraper and taller

Fly as the kicks

Rims to big that the tire won't fit

We drinking fire water and blow fire on this

One of yours could mind my wrist

And mind my tag, bitch too close shit mind my swag

Trunk on glow, tool on deck, the blind could admire my flash

I think I'm on fire, Patrón, 6

[?] Tires, supreme, whippin

[?] look at it swang

Never seen a sound? well look at it bang!

Look at my name! Who said I ain't King?

Stand there, throw some paper look at it rain

Pull out my label, pull on my frame

Reclining with diamonds against my brain

[Hook: Wes Fif]

[Verse 3: CyHi Da Prynce]

From the Atl to Orlando, ain't a state that I can't go

I just sit in the house on my ass

Cause you all already know what I stand for

Painting pictures, I'm Van Gogh

Promoters paid like Santro

In the studio wearing sandals

Blowing blue grass, no banjo

Was a hoodlum like Bun B

I'm good son, I'm comfy, like Gandi

But niggers still wanna jump me like bungee cords

So I play my cards smart like Gin Rummy, for

Rappers thats mad cause they can't out rap this country boy!

Plus their bitches want me, you act like ya'll married with kids

Who are you? Al Bundy?

Hit a strip club, fuck a stripper

Without throwing a bill up, that's chauncey

I got a pretty pussy passenger with me

And she ain't wearing no undies

Ha! oh my bad is this your chick up in my front seat?

Obviously she likes being around bread

I call the bitch lunch meat

But I'm tight with your ends like Shiancoe

We tell em' lies, we prank hoes

Got a SunTrust, on wheels, nigga that what I call a bank roll

I reign supreme with the same regime

With killer hooks, my games Kareem

My verse is Kobe, I’ll change my number before I change my team

[Hook: Wes Fif]