Squadnnem
OFF
Aye, aye, aye, bitch
Aye, aye, aye, motherfucker
Aye, aye, what? Lets go
Aye, lets go, aye, look (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch)
Y'ain't gon' take no shit thats mine, boy I gotta snap (what?)
Sauce from out of this world, on my beat how the fuck'll you rap?
I'm with the squadnnem
Ganged up in a suburbia, we off the map (oh yuh)
Tuck chain they robbing them
If any oppose, 'em folks'll leave a hoe flat (brrah)
Batter the door, we fucking them barricades with wood
And it ain't sex (what?)
If lil hoe know the big bro flow, then lil hoe know the lil hoe next
Hold 'em in shame, I stand atop of the game, balling but I don't flex
Stepping it out in a t-shirt tucked
They thought I was Footloose getting the check, yuh
Zo or no, its getting shiesty
Bending over lil hoe likely
Web talker won't come fight me
Cop the grahams and spend 'em pricey
Hopping out the Benz with like two or ten, bro it depends
Is they level 90 boss? Do we need to spin again?
I cut the dough with my folks
Told 'em don't be hasty with it (please)
Them tall fat booty shawty's are cool
But I'll take a biscuit (sheesh)
Had to get my grind up, I ain't been this way a minute
Said a word that spread out to the birds
They ride like they offended (skraw)
Oh you doing bigger? (what?)
Y'ain't spit it sicker (nah)
Yeah you locked in, to a fucking trend, who'd have figured? (haha)
Got 'em boxed in, they gon' drop ten with somethin' original (oh yuh)
Them profits all digital, my money contact move, its physical (oh yuh)
If it take a sentence, Imma use two words (oh yuh)
Pussy think a paragraph'll get him out them orange shirts (the fuck?)
Flagging folk'll catch the boot if he was flagging first (lil bitch)
Gift from God, but gotta curse, to the bag its whatever works (brrah)
Y'ain't gon' take no shit thats mine, boy I gotta snap (huh?)
Sauce from out of this world, on my beat how the fuck'll you rap?
I'm with the squadnnem
Ganged up in a suburbia, we off the map (oh yuh)
Tuck chain they robbing them
If any oppose, 'em folks'll leave a hoe flat (brrah)
Batter the door, we fucking them barricades with wood
And it ain't sex (please)
If lil hoe know the big bro flow, then lil hoe know the lil hoe next
Hold 'em in shame, I stand atop of the game, balling but I don't flex
Stepping it out in a t-shirt tucked
They thought I was Footloose getting the check (gang)
So that's where you were
Aye, aye, aye, bitch
Aye, aye, aye, motherfucker
Aye, aye, what? Lets go
Aye, lets go, aye, look (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch)
Y'ain't gon' take no shit thats mine, boy I gotta snap (what?)
Sauce from out of this world, on my beat how the fuck'll you rap?
I'm with the squadnnem
Ganged up in a suburbia, we off the map (oh yuh)
Tuck chain they robbing them
If any oppose, 'em folks'll leave a hoe flat (brrah)
Batter the door, we fucking them barricades with wood
And it ain't sex (what?)
If lil hoe know the big bro flow, then lil hoe know the lil hoe next
Hold 'em in shame, I stand atop of the game, balling but I don't flex
Stepping it out in a t-shirt tucked
They thought I was Footloose getting the check, yuh
Zo or no, its getting shiesty
Bending over lil hoe likely
Web talker won't come fight me
Cop the grahams and spend 'em pricey
Hopping out the Benz with like two or ten, bro it depends
Is they level 90 boss? Do we need to spin again?
I cut the dough with my folks
Told 'em don't be hasty with it (please)
Them tall fat booty shawty's are cool
But I'll take a biscuit (sheesh)
Had to get my grind up, I ain't been this way a minute
Said a word that spread out to the birds
They ride like they offended (skraw)
Oh you doing bigger? (what?)
Y'ain't spit it sicker (nah)
Yeah you locked in, to a fucking trend, who'd have figured? (haha)
Got 'em boxed in, they gon' drop ten with somethin' original (oh yuh)
Them profits all digital, my money contact move, its physical (oh yuh)
If it take a sentence, Imma use two words (oh yuh)
Pussy think a paragraph'll get him out them orange shirts (the fuck?)
Flagging folk'll catch the boot if he was flagging first (lil bitch)
Gift from God, but gotta curse, to the bag its whatever works (brrah)
Y'ain't gon' take no shit thats mine, boy I gotta snap (huh?)
Sauce from out of this world, on my beat how the fuck'll you rap?
I'm with the squadnnem
Ganged up in a suburbia, we off the map (oh yuh)
Tuck chain they robbing them
If any oppose, 'em folks'll leave a hoe flat (brrah)
Batter the door, we fucking them barricades with wood
And it ain't sex (please)
If lil hoe know the big bro flow, then lil hoe know the lil hoe next
Hold 'em in shame, I stand atop of the game, balling but I don't flex
Stepping it out in a t-shirt tucked
They thought I was Footloose getting the check (gang)
So that's where you were
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