Squad

(Squad)
(Squad)

604, that's where we rock (rock)
We own the building and block (block)
312, come to the spot (spot)
We got the juice and the sauce
We got your back like masseuses do, dog
We got the blueprint for raw
We rocking Gucci and Louis Vuitton, psyche
We eating sushi and prawns, rice

Powder as white as your blonde wife (hey)
We gon' fuck these bitches all night (hey)
She gon' do anything, Klondike (hey)
We put in work like a job site (job, job)
Love when they twerk on my Bonzi (ay)
We got more spinach than Popeye (brrah)
Let me hit the nitrous oxide
We swerving and not in no car ride (hit it, hit it, hit it, eerr)

And, who the fuck wanna step to us?
We fucked up, we come from the sewers (whoo!)
Ironic, don't like you, don't fuck with manure
And if you got beef, I'll take chunks of you skewers (to the truck)
Yeah, we got rum in the cooler, cooler
We eatin' mushrooms and tuna, tuna
We be the canucks with the hookah
We hustle, make money, that's moola, moola (moola, moola)

Everywhere we go, there's cannabis (cannabis)
We up in casinos like cameras (cameras)
We bust down our ego like Shambhala (Shambhala)
We got trucks, we got Bimmers and Acuras (brraom)
You say drugs are illegal and bad for us
Then we eat acid and laugh at you afterwards (ha, ha, ha)
Salvia, Dimethyltryptamine, whoa
Last night I had an epiphany though

Playing Poker and Cee-lo
That's how we roll, that's my people
At the horse track with some K, is that legal?
Fuck it go, back to our spot and pop cliquot (pop it)
Shout out to my brother Nico
He gone take off and it's not about Migos
This for the clique, yeah, we strong
This my familia, this for the squad

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Posted up with the squad (squad)
We drink and smoke when we want (want)
We got the potion, we on (on)
Some other shit they do not got (got)
Everyone in my crew boss (boss)
We don't even need to floss
Wait, all we need to do is floss (floss)
Adidas to Yves Saint Laurent

Fila, Supreme and some Yeezus on our feet
And as teenagers we was eating at Bon's (eating at Bon's)
Things always change, that's a cocoon
Y'all should come up to the room
Get lit with us, we take you up to the moon
We beasting at night like a couple racoons
We just assume, if you don't fuck with us you don't got love for the crew
Eight millies touching the spoon

Reference for people that come from the koots
Yeah, we hippies and spend money on jewels
We balance this life, that's just something we do
Come from the slum and the sticks
A mixture of country or bricks
They hate us like we hate the scuffs on our kicks
It's double-seven eight, do not fuck with us, bitch

This the time for what?
For individual achievement
There he stands alone
But in the field, what?
Part of a team

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