Ft. Future Squad, squad huh huh, squad squad, huh huh Squad squad huh huh Tell a g its not my n*gga I been less since nine my n*gga I ain’t got time my n*gga Too much money (too much money on my mind) I just been grinding my n*gga I just want shine my n*gga Get out of line That a** get out of line (that a** get alot) Stacking dough my n*gga, you know I f*cked somebodys ho Smoking dope my n*gga, smoking dope with my bro Never get time with a n*gga, cause im always in a rush AC like cold, f*ck around and get sewed Trap on my n*gga, better act like you know
I stay strapped my n*gga, thats just how we roll I been selling crack, since seven years old I been by the racks, since eleven years old A g is not my n*gga, all my shoes gon’ ride Grimey’s around my n*ggas, we from shoot or die Gods ways my n*gga, trap way my n*gga Alright my n*gga, all my n*ggas ’bout that life Gun squad my n*ggas, in and out of brawls ’bout to go hard my n*gga, but I was never soft Im a boss my n*gga, get sewed for the cost I finna say I lost my n*gga, f*ck n*ggas are getting lost