Squads by 9lokkNine Lyrics
[Verse]
They brought one stretcher, for four opps
Well, we gon' send a lil letter, drop off 50 shots
Gun hot, burnt fire
These hoes givin' STD's, so why try?
Bill Nye, the science guy
I think I hear a nigga creepin', clutchin' on the slot
Big fire, 40 thing
You know I'm big stepping, I just joined a marching band
I play the drums, two 50 rounds
Every time I'm out in public niggas don't even come around
My steppin' grounds, strapped like a dyke
Glizzy came with a rubber on it (Come on) to fuck your life
Like fuck your life, middle fingers up
Only time I'm pullin' paints is when a nigga quack a duck
You catch the tide, but catch the drift
You niggas pushin' 30 got me beat by some years
His momma stressin', cryin' tears
Her baby done got caught up in the sweep and tucked his tail
(Broomstick!)
He talk salsa on the beat but soft as hell
Them boys got a coffin as we speak but all is well
I left Orlando in Orlando, I prevail
Brought them sticks on the road to crack your shell
Don't get no sleep, been up for weeks
I promise when I hit it like a soldier I retreat
Free Lil Skeet, heard the police
It's another nigga tellin', I need paperwork to see
They OPD, workin' with them boys
How the hell these crackers keep finding guns like they toys?
Oh I show poise, can't trick me off the streets
Yeah that burner dirty, 30, this bitch hotter than you think
She want some minks, I want the Brink's truck
This shit'll get real explicit, talkin' 3D, bruh
I love my niggas 'til the end but we ain't end nothing
I'm 2-5-2 'til the world through, like bitch free 21
Murder gang but don't pay nothing, I'm hotter than the sun
Call your shooter, no aim, close range, he ain't hit for nothing
Say let's just get him gone, he lost and swear he won
This shit here just begun, put this on my lil' son
They brought one stretcher, for four opps
Well, we gon' send a lil letter, drop off 50 shots
Gun hot, burnt fire
These hoes givin' STD's, so why try?
Bill Nye, the science guy
I think I hear a nigga creepin', clutchin' on the slot
Big fire, 40 thing
You know I'm big stepping, I just joined a marching band
I play the drums, two 50 rounds
Every time I'm out in public niggas don't even come around
My steppin' grounds, strapped like a dyke
Glizzy came with a rubber on it (Come on) to fuck your life
Like fuck your life, middle fingers up
Only time I'm pullin' paints is when a nigga quack a duck
You catch the tide, but catch the drift
You niggas pushin' 30 got me beat by some years
His momma stressin', cryin' tears
Her baby done got caught up in the sweep and tucked his tail
(Broomstick!)
He talk salsa on the beat but soft as hell
Them boys got a coffin as we speak but all is well
I left Orlando in Orlando, I prevail
Brought them sticks on the road to crack your shell
Don't get no sleep, been up for weeks
I promise when I hit it like a soldier I retreat
Free Lil Skeet, heard the police
It's another nigga tellin', I need paperwork to see
They OPD, workin' with them boys
How the hell these crackers keep finding guns like they toys?
Oh I show poise, can't trick me off the streets
Yeah that burner dirty, 30, this bitch hotter than you think
She want some minks, I want the Brink's truck
This shit'll get real explicit, talkin' 3D, bruh
I love my niggas 'til the end but we ain't end nothing
I'm 2-5-2 'til the world through, like bitch free 21
Murder gang but don't pay nothing, I'm hotter than the sun
Call your shooter, no aim, close range, he ain't hit for nothing
Say let's just get him gone, he lost and swear he won
This shit here just begun, put this on my lil' son