SQUARE UP (feat. Juicy J)

Uh

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah, woah, woah, uh

I might hop out in Europe, step all on your heart
These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me
Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts
In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap
They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see"
I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh

Square up
Beat it up, fuck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja Cat
That's what I think, I don't know the cat
She wanna know, wanna see where it's at
Fuck me, no goin' back

I got that dick that'll mess up your life
Girl, bangin' with me is gon' come with a price
You know some of these niggas is married in life
But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife
You keep throwin' that back, ain't no throwin' no rights
I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice
If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite
Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line

Said I hop out in Europe, step all on your heart
If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me
Look, my future is bright, so I don't want no parts
In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap
They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see"
I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like-

I hit the pussy like square up (beat it up)
Fuck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja, baby
That's what I think, I don't know the baby
She wanna see, wanna know where it's at
You fuck me, ain't goin' back

Bitch, don't call my phone no more
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, yessir)

Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram
Head good, she might get a gift
Say she a ride or die
I say "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft"
She can't wait to get a piece of me
I tell her get all she can eat
She ain't never made the honor roll
All I see is them double-D's

Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy
How she chewin' on the wood with no teeth
How she made a tidal wave with both cheeks
Woo, I might OD
Rich nigga, know that's a fact
Got your hoe, now you know that's a wrap
You keep callin' tryna know where she at
I fuck her once, she ain't going back

Square up
Beat it up, fuck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja Cat
That's what I think, I don't know the cat
She wanna know, wanna see where it's at
Fuck me, no going back

She said she gettin' tired of the average dick
All these lame niggas is done quick
She say she gettin' tired of the average dick
All these lame niggas is done quick



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Kleinman, Michael Uzowuru, Tahj Morgan, Michael Houston, Teo Halm, Jason Aaron Mills, Derek Alexander Gamlam
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