They Know Skit (feat. 12million)
For my squad, I go hard
I love my squad
For my squad, I go hard
Yeah, Sosa baby
GBE, baby
O'Block
3Hunna
Heh, Heh, heh, heh, yeah
Bang
Bang
I love my squad
For my squad I go hard
You holding that cash, get robbed
Or get somebody dropped at your squad
Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad
GBE 3Hunna O'Block
All these fuck niggas mad, cuz we on top
We ain't tripping we letting off shots
And they know
Got a hundred up in that TEC, so fuck nigga don't get wet
I say it's just us, it's just that, and bitch I'mma rep for my set
So fuck nigga duck, or get wet or have Boss Top at your neck
I'm screaming free Five and free Slick
For the weed, keep niggas upset
Lots of bankrolls and hoes, I be banging bad hoes with my bros
We be some stars, that bitch know, act slow slap her with a bankroll
My boys gone blow, that nigga know, he better pray to God for his soul
We come with this TEC, to his show, and start popping shit, Crisco
Tray Savage got the mac, and he coming at your back
We at your front and your back with them thirties in them straps
We got hundreds in them tecs, make it rain niggas don't get wet
Bitch we thumbing through that check, we pull up, they "who is that"
Yeah
I love my squad
For my squad, I go hard
Yeah, Sosa baby
GBE, baby
O'Block
3Hunna
Heh, Heh, heh, heh, yeah
Bang
Bang
I love my squad
For my squad I go hard
You holding that cash, get robbed
Or get somebody dropped at your squad
Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad
GBE 3Hunna O'Block
All these fuck niggas mad, cuz we on top
We ain't tripping we letting off shots
And they know
Got a hundred up in that TEC, so fuck nigga don't get wet
I say it's just us, it's just that, and bitch I'mma rep for my set
So fuck nigga duck, or get wet or have Boss Top at your neck
I'm screaming free Five and free Slick
For the weed, keep niggas upset
Lots of bankrolls and hoes, I be banging bad hoes with my bros
We be some stars, that bitch know, act slow slap her with a bankroll
My boys gone blow, that nigga know, he better pray to God for his soul
We come with this TEC, to his show, and start popping shit, Crisco
Tray Savage got the mac, and he coming at your back
We at your front and your back with them thirties in them straps
We got hundreds in them tecs, make it rain niggas don't get wet
Bitch we thumbing through that check, we pull up, they "who is that"
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Cozart
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