Squad Up

Squad up, yeah, yeah
Squad up, yeah, yeah
Squad up, squad up
Squad up, yeah

Don't let that mack fly, they like my nigga
Alexander McQueen and Supreme
We put this shit together, pour me up some Trish
Cause I can't get high off that yellow yellow

Parked in this Rari with my smoker
Posted at the checkers, they think I'm a stylist
How I keep puttin' all this shit together
That pussy just like squeegee

Soon as she suck my dick, when she get through, she eat the whipped cream
Who the fuck I'ma do with a hydrocodone pill
I need Perky's
Who the fuck I'ma do with a stealth dome brick

Add that fatty
One needle full of this
Knocked out my homeboy at Auntie
Why the fuck that nigga still servin' round this bitch

He ain't got no conscious
It's Lean and Molly, I been up three days
Designed a zombie
Yeah, we on that squad shit

Goin' up Piedmont with all my jewelry on
On that squad shit
Why my wrist look just like a McFlurry
On that squad shit

Yeah, squad up
You know the youngin' workin' with his wrist
Like he from Bornholm
Ten bands of Zion, Jewelry, Gucci

Let me see that snow cone
Don't stand up on no ring when you in jail
Or you get poked on
It don't mean we beefin

Cause you see my number in your ho phone
How many times I told you not to save it on the chop
Bitch, I met you on the gram
You can't do nothin' but give me yop

Put that yoppa on my dick
And I might buy you something to eat
Put that yoppa on my partner
He might let you hit the weed

She a back page hoe
She say she gotta have 250
If I cash out, but G-Bitch pull up on a bicycle
Squad up

Put her down, she gon' fuck the whole squad
Squad up
Put her down, she gon' fuck the whole squad
Squad up

Get her geek, she gon' break that shit down for them boys
Squad up
You know these hoes fuck the whole squad
Squad up

Squad up
Squad up
Squad up
Squad

Squad up
Squad up
Squad up
Squad up

Squad
Squad
Alexander McQueen and Supreme, we put this shit together
Pour me up some Trish, I can't get high off that yellow yellow

Parked in this Rari with my smoker posted at the checkers
They think I'm a stylist, how I keep puttin' all this shit together
Yo, that pussy just like squeegee
Soon as she suck my dick, when she get through, she eat the wheel cream

What the fuck I'ma do with a hydrocodone pill, I need Perky's
What the fuck I'ma do with a stepped on brick, add that fatty
One needle full of this, knocked out my homeboy at Auntie
Why the fuck that nigga still servin' around this bitch, he ain't got no country

It's a lean and Molly, I been up three days, designer zombies
Yeah, we on that squad shit
Goin' up Piedmont without my jewelry on that squad shit
Why my wrist look just like a McFlurry on that squad shit

Yeah, squad up
Squad up



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Writer(s): Dalemonte Stilley
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