Huh
They know what it is with me
Squad
Bars with the chop on the block, squad
Pull up, park and let it pop, squad
Nerve with the knots, no options, squad
Stage making knock every spot, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Aye
I ride for my people
Want that biscuit, that’d be gravy
If I miss I read that sequel while the pages getting wavy
So let’s f#ck everybody till they see me and pay me
I may have made it, no debating
Dropping sh#t like a baby
I was scraping just to save me, hope the pipers are breaking in
If the devil doesn’t take me I’mma pray when they wake me
Homie the whole squad ranking, we was born in the 80s
Then we all squad in, they want problems
Scrape it
F.S.’ll buy the brain
They wanna roll, we don’t bake it
We don’t pose, we be skating
Keep it closed, ain’t no staples
I’m appalled they okay
They just around for the papers
I’m on cheddar cheese rolls so I’mma cook where it’s popping
Stand the town, stand the topic
Want the hook, got the option
Want the verse, talking guap
But them shorter hoes popping
They’ll close down the roads and tell they hoes to go topless
Bars with the chop on the block, squad
Pull up, park and let it pop, squad
Nerve with the knots, no options, squad
Stage making knock every spot, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Homie they know who I’m down for, squad
Aye
I be super brained out like a head in my lap
My girl always on my head cause I like a head in my lap
Track’s wetter than a beverage in my Fetty of stacks
They couldn’t hold me with eleven while I’m revving up gas
My squad vogue, trynna go home before he went soft
Whole face sticker sweet, wipe that Oreo off
Homie we car fools at bar stools the story of Gods
I’m pouring these bars like a story locked the floor to yo job
You gotta stop
Finna go flow, my whole squad we chop-chop
Both flex, we push where you please fair with a cacka
Papa, get guap, it’s tip-top no wrist watch
Time to feed my family, understand we got this hip-hop
My squad X-men, they Marvel over the breath bent
Rap your lane gridlock like the 40 popped or the pimp walk
The squad private parking would show at a mere spot
We’ll make your ears rock and wanna tell ’em we’re hot
Bars-bars-bars with the chop on the block, squad
Pull up, park and let it pop, squad
Nerve with the knots, no options, squad
Stage making knock every spot, squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Who the sh#t
We the sh#t
Who the sh#t
We the sh#t
Who the sh#t
We the shit
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Jazzberry Ram – Lull
Mezha – stay inside
Z Lyrics – Squad