Squiidape ft. Montae Hardbody Lyrics

Aight, it's Xtreme Xproduction

Fuck em, and I mean that

Four nem off the seven, tap yo head, it's like a durag

We left buddy head on the curve, call it a get back

Quit bragging on that bitch, you see I already hit that

Tell em pussies come outside, we set it up for rock and Traey

We took two from each set, all em got hit up in they face

And that old ass nigga, yeah, he got did the worst

Tried to troll me on the net, we just gon' pop outside and purge

I can't hear what you sayin', lil' boy, your pockets fuckin' flat

Try to reach for my chain, I bet I leave you on your neck

Gettin' older, give a fuck, I'm still gang bangin' with the shorties

We'll lay yo ass down, whether you 20 or you 40

If you want me, come and get me, better bring a army with you

Got some shit that kick so fast, that bitch be singin' like SZA

Got a house full of pounds, I call this weed here sexy red

My DM full of bitches, I just leave they ass on red

Hit they block from all ways, ooh, we got his ass together

Try to run, but we couldn't, man, we drenched his ass forever

We get wild in a Trenches risky, take your fuckin' face

Free streets, that's my dawg, I hold bros, he beat the case

Free my crowd, free everyone, the man free lil', so watch that sale

Them 12s got me blocked, so I can't see my bros in jail

If we don't know him, then we strip him from his shoes to his clothes

All that argin' on the net, man, y'all sound like some hoes

When he jumped off the porch

that was his expiration date

Pronounce that boy, it's D-O-A, and check that post on Squiidape

In the studio recordin', I got about 25 on me

One thing that I hate, that's when a nigga laugh at me

Ayy, niggas burnt out, we done turnt up, we put niggas in the sky

Niggas playin', they got fucked up, now they heard him screamin', why

Free T, baby, and free dayski, free the seven, niggas hoes

Ayy, we put leather belt to the opps, and have them runnin' what they pole

Ayy, we chase niggas like they goals, but if he run, don't hit the floor

Ayy, they switch blocks, and we put switch on blocks, and ain't no duckin' those

The killer really turnt the cop, he too tough, but he told

Ayy, if you know me, I don't talk a lot, but I bet all I blow

Tried to go live on the six, all they heard was blow, blow

Ain't even blow a gun, it herd that switch, them niggas got ghost

He dissin' Don, we put him in his mix, his momma screamin' nooo

This shit ain't fun, this street shit ain't for kids, somebody shoulda told him

Ayy, ayy, we push up quick, he couldn't blow back

Now we get busy, niggas know that

Now we don't send no threats on internet, we hit they blocks and show that

We done did them niggas so bad, niggas flogging were is low at

Crazy, we hit niggas in they head, but they still get a toe tag