AK The Savior - Squad lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Their's the king y'all know me With all of my sacred homies We blowin' pounds of that stupid loud That super sour be barkin' [?] who gon' top us? We breakin' records, [?] My vision see through impostors Ain't know Rasta eatin' my council Holy strokes full of potent Pour a acid bath and I soak in Don't pa** the leaf, I got my own Mix that Hennessy with my potion I pop a tab and I'm coastin' She on the beam and she rollin' She showin' me that she wanna leave Her eyes gleamin' she open Ridin' through my city with like thirty-three [?] I'm blowin' out the f**ing window like it's legal for the day Pulled up to the club they told me ain't no smoking weed gon' stay A-a-all my fans is crazy better tell them to behave [Hook: Issa Gold] Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad [Post-Hook: Issa Gold] Don't hang, in no spot Without choking on loud Don't bang, with no cops That reefer stacked to my pile Them can't hang, they get dropped Like Trinidad in the south I'm tryna get paid 'til I can't count That blood money comin', no drought [Verse 2: AK] The stars say shoot 'em, I'ma let it blow This that Armageddon flow Shorty, you and your [?] took a fetty yo Shorty might show up in my pieces like Terio At Meechy [?], sponsored by your very own Loch Ness Monster starts fistful [?] With my Rastas, they split the pasta You know how the story go, the good gon' prosper Plus there's ganja everywhere, we gon' f** the spot up See [?], no pain Smell the diesel in the tank Only thing I know is elevate And we sippin' tea cause we're [?] f** with chicks, been runnin' raisin' broad day like what does it take? I'm doing [?] more that would be great Throw a bouquet cause everybody 'bout to get slayed Mama we straight , your son's becomes a legend it's fate So when they question why I'm flexin' I look back at the rave and say [Hook: Issa Gold] Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad Please don't f** with this squad Please don't, please don't f** with this squad [Post-Hook: Issa Gold] Don't hang, in no spot Without choking on loud Don't bang, with no cops That reefer stacked to my pile Them can't hang, they get dropped Like Trinidad in the south I'm tryna get paid 'til I can't count That blood money comin', no drought