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