Chris Travis - 275 Be The Whole Team lyrics

[Intro] I don't give a damn n***a ima do me 275 be the whole damn team (10x) [Verse 1: Nell] I don't give a damn n***a ima do me The stick is equipped with the scope and the beam Im after your dreams b**h don't fall asleep or you gon wake up with some blood on your sheets I'm open the creeker the wouling, crawling, from the shadows of the darkness, falling, probably now and up to the movement Calling them goons to run down on yo room Got stuck in the doom, no calling for help Hell is where yo body feeling And now you repelling yourself, well, been as you catching shells unless for them dwellings Spelling your fate, these n***as thinking they safe until i put them in they place I'm up in his face, too, lil n***as be fake goonin, until straight [?] But i'm just getting this cash, i look at it I stepped on the gas, he [?], i'm leaving his a**, glocked, rocked, dropped off, [?], n***as hop then i stop Im after the top and my n***as is with me We coming like lambos chasing the jitney Rember the whitney, no comparison n***as is selling but i'm repelling it Cuz i be that n***a with the drum, getting you slumped Im off in the trunk, and getting a pump You get what you want, i'm leaving you skunk You don't want to see me go and get the tech, you catching the wreck Im all in your chest, i'm off at your neck Im down for the set And we is the best My n***a [Hook] I don't give a damn n***a ima do me 275 be the whole damn team (8x) [Verse 2: Chris Travis] You half a gram smoking a** n***as can't catch me 4 5 cal push ya a** into next week Told my big n***as don't stress my lil n***as got em Caught em at a red light, they shot away the damn problem n***as wanna talk, but they really ain't bout it boy and if you want beef i turn ya a** into an almond joy Chris f**ing Travis yeah boy i'm the truth Traded all my damn d** for a f**ing rap booth So i gotta get this money mane i gotta get this loot If you f**ing with my money, you gon end up on the news I done glorified violence it's the mother f**ing truth Stay up out these f**ing streets boy that's worry to the youth Cramped up in a honda, ain't no goddamn room And i'm pourin up late, by the damn teaspoon Disrespectful a** n***a, leave weed residue In your mother f**ing whip So yo mom embarra** you b**h [Outro] I don't give a damn n***a ima do me 275 be the whole damn team (8x)