Lyrics Cdot Honcho – Tag Team
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C-D-O-T Man
Aye aye
It’s JG nigga Dooit with the 2 O’s niggas know I fuck 2 hoes nigga
It’s time to fuck the streets up
Honcho Honcho Honcho Honcho
C-D-O-T man
You already know what the fuck goin’ on man
Cdot Honcho:
Steady fucking that check up
Pick up that tech up
223. eating your vest up
These bitches be set up
I tell ’em I’m busy if I cannot slide with a glizzy
Blue hundreds be keeping me busy
I run through and fuck it off
Get it back fuck it off
With some niggas
Wit’ me and I risk it all, pull up I send folk, sit back and chill it off
JG Dooit:
All I really want is a big roll
Bitch I’ve been that nigga since niggas wore big clothes
Try to take something like kinfolk
Can get your ass stretched out just like a limo
I don’t have no racks with no bimbo
Because I’m gon’ pull up and pop like a pimple
I’m tryna get some head in the Benzo
Give me a buzz and I’ll fall off like Spinzo
Cdot Honcho:
Hop out do the dash in the new Audi
And that hit me I swear that’s not two hotties
Hop in that bitch doing Scotty-not-2-Hotty
Tryna keep up with me then your ass going broke
I’m dropping a note on my coat
I be high off the weed and the drank watchu think I walk out the bank with a tote
Run up your crib with a rope
Tie up your kids, yea I give her a bow
Bitch, Fo’nem be riding with scopes
Some make a call and they’ll split you in four (aye)
Why they hate me? I don’t know why
You in the bottom, like Smokey I’m so high
Gang in this bitch, who is those guys?
Come over here so you’ll body this .45
JG Dooit:
Me, your bitch, and my diamonds be cooling
Like Phil Jackson do bitch I hang with the shooters
Like Phil Jackson do bitch I hang with the ballers
Yea, I get her number don’t call her
Just met a new bitch when I fuck on the Rover don’t know where she from I think she from New Orleans
Ima ask for her name in the morning
I hang with the trap niggas when I’m in Georgia
This black bitch, I’m with a Puerto Rican
Got some head from that bitch it was hella easy
I’m a trap nigga like Jeezy
T-walk pass police while we smoking and drinking
Soon as your reaching Fo’nem get to squeezing, you leaking out with the tweaking
I flex on a bitch and a nigga
Them racks like a Hemi help me fuck quicker
Cdot Honcho:
A nigga so far from the average
Bitch I be balling I should be a Maverick
Any problem pop up and we handle it
Pull up your shit turn your ass to a mannequin
Nail in the coffin I hammer it
Bitch on my line I don’t answer it
Air out your whip, yours is shattering
Hundred round sweep to your hood and they scattering
JG Dooit:
Cdot in your hood and they scattering
Threw shots at your body and damage it
I jug a nigga on Vanish shit link up
Fuck up tall like I’m wrestling
Appointment with yo’ bitch I cancel it
Them Forgi’s on my whip is staggering
Them checks I be cashing
Them hoes I be fucking and passin’ ’em
Aye (aye)
