Get Loose
Only the squad
I don't fuck with new niggas
All my friends is dead
Aye
All of the bars in my head
I'm surprise a young nigga ain't dead
Seen the police hit a you turn coming my way
And a young nigga fled
Blue hundreds on me
Lil nigga stand 6'2 in my bag
I'm really popping
Her number one topic
She really good with the knowledge
They know how we rocking
The grind never stopping
Loaf and the Glock in the joggins
One false move we applying that pressure
Catch these hands or leave on a stretcher
Hitters on D like Julius Pepper
Yo leader a Rat I slide with the shredder
Ran up a whole lot of cheddar
I ain't broke no more feel a whole lot better
Yo pockets real empty you light as a feather
Don't fuck with the ones
So I'm changing the weather
So many hoes got me feeling like Hefner
So many bags got me feeling like Chester
A nigga get smacked down he think he a wrestler
Ugh
fuck it just send me a tester
I'm strapped with that rocket
The plug to the socket
Been balling so hard Could of went to a college
Ugh
To many bars ima vomit
Don't smoke but I keep me some chronic
Loaf he a bitch
He ain't with the shit
You niggas is funny yaw need to stop it
Bop it
Don't get it twisted
I pull it out and I get the flocking
Bop like who
It's free Kodak I jump on stage I'm Kodak boppin
You ain't one of guys no fingers locking
Leave a trail when I walk
Get the sign
Start mopping
We talk for 3 days
On the 3rd
Clothes dropping
I ain't Ask for the head I'm surprise she chopping
I Pass her to bro
He pass her to bro
She loving to crew
She love squad hopping
No strap in the club all hands get the swapping
Whoever you with my brother gone rock em
The glizzy and chopper gone solve other problem
Slide down yo block make it shake like Harlem
Got beef with me
That's shits unknown
You niggas be flunkies
Wanna be clones
Got Eyes in the sky they watching like a drones
2 deep in ya crib
You caught home alone
Cock back the stick leave 'em under the stones
I am the king stand tall with the throne
I need the shredded blue cheese provolone
Gone Off the Remy catch me in my zone
So many calls stopped answering my phone
My money long
Ball like I'm Sloan
She know ima dog she still let me bone
I don't fuck with new niggas
All my friends is dead
Aye
All of the bars in my head
I'm surprise a young nigga ain't dead
Seen the police hit a you turn coming my way
And a young nigga fled
Blue hundreds on me
Lil nigga stand 6'2 in my bag
I'm really popping
Her number one topic
She really good with the knowledge
They know how we rocking
The grind never stopping
Loaf and the Glock in the joggins
One false move we applying that pressure
Catch these hands or leave on a stretcher
Hitters on D like Julius Pepper
Yo leader a Rat I slide with the shredder
Ran up a whole lot of cheddar
I ain't broke no more feel a whole lot better
Yo pockets real empty you light as a feather
Don't fuck with the ones
So I'm changing the weather
So many hoes got me feeling like Hefner
So many bags got me feeling like Chester
A nigga get smacked down he think he a wrestler
Ugh
fuck it just send me a tester
I'm strapped with that rocket
The plug to the socket
Been balling so hard Could of went to a college
Ugh
To many bars ima vomit
Don't smoke but I keep me some chronic
Loaf he a bitch
He ain't with the shit
You niggas is funny yaw need to stop it
Bop it
Don't get it twisted
I pull it out and I get the flocking
Bop like who
It's free Kodak I jump on stage I'm Kodak boppin
You ain't one of guys no fingers locking
Leave a trail when I walk
Get the sign
Start mopping
We talk for 3 days
On the 3rd
Clothes dropping
I ain't Ask for the head I'm surprise she chopping
I Pass her to bro
He pass her to bro
She loving to crew
She love squad hopping
No strap in the club all hands get the swapping
Whoever you with my brother gone rock em
The glizzy and chopper gone solve other problem
Slide down yo block make it shake like Harlem
Got beef with me
That's shits unknown
You niggas be flunkies
Wanna be clones
Got Eyes in the sky they watching like a drones
2 deep in ya crib
You caught home alone
Cock back the stick leave 'em under the stones
I am the king stand tall with the throne
I need the shredded blue cheese provolone
Gone Off the Remy catch me in my zone
So many calls stopped answering my phone
My money long
Ball like I'm Sloan
She know ima dog she still let me bone
Credits
Writer(s): Loaf Murda
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