Fredo Bang – “Street Team” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Fredo Bang premieres the visual for new “Street Team” song produced by Hardbody B-Eazy & DJ Chose. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Fredo Bang Street Team

Fredo Bang – Street Team (prod. Hardbody B-Eazy & DJ Chose)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)

[Chorus]
Riding ’round with Glocks, we got mops, get your street cleaned (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck an album, I be pushing bodies, this a street team (Ha, ha, ha)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (He screamin’ slatt)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Baow, baow, baow)
You can run the pump but you can’t hide (Hide, hide, hide)
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain’t slide (He ain’t slide)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (Baow, baow, baow)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Grrr)

[Verse 1]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper from New Orleans get to shaking, this that chopper style
Smoking opps, I could burn a nigga like a black and mild
We killed your mans, I let him join the gang because I like his style (How many shots?)
I’m Andre, got three thousand just like Ottawa (Woo)
Dancing with that Draco while I shoot, check my two-step
I been knocking niggas out since I touched down, I got a few left
Be with my blood, but I know cuz, he keep a chop, he got a blue belt
I said it all from Badass but I’m not my cousin Boo, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding ’round with Glocks, we got mops, get your street cleaned (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck an album, I be pushing bodies, this a street team (Ha, ha, ha)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (He screamin’ slatt)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Baow, baow, baow)
You can run the pump but you can’t hide (Hide, hide, hide)
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain’t slide (He ain’t slide)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (Baow, baow, baow)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Grrr)

[Verse 2]
Got a hundred in the drum, what you mean? This a party pack
Ed, Edd n Eddy, bitch, I’m running circles through my cul-de-sac
Tell your brother chill before you never get your sibling back
Draco get to rrr-rrr like I told the DJ run it back
Bitch, I be with demons, I’m real evil, I can’t right one
Got my stick up in the party so don’t think this is the fight song
Don’t take no disrespect, talk out your neck, you might not last long (Gang, gang, gang)
They call me a dummy, just need somebody I can crash on

[Chorus]
Riding ’round with Glocks, we got mops, get your street cleaned (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck an album, I be pushing bodies, this a street team (Ha, ha, ha)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (He screamin’ slatt)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Baow, baow, baow)
You can run the pump but you can’t hide (Hide, hide, hide)
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain’t slide (He ain’t slide)
I just heard his song, he screaming, “Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt” (Baow, baow, baow)
When I catch him, I’ma lay that blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Grrr)