Mobsquad Nard - Squad lyrics

[Intro: MobSquad Nard] Squad sh**... Squad sh** ima squad n***a [Verse 1: MobSquad Nard] I say straight up, a gutta a** n***a from by da stop sign Heart of a lion lost my mind wit dat Glock nine Head shots head shots my k**as slugged up wit dreadlocks And dey put yo dawg up in dat breadbox U know how it came round Silent when dem lames round Solid i got up n went n got it when it came down I wish my dawg could see me we'll be swervin' inna line Just might pop up on yo tv still be servin' n***as dimes From da squad n***a wit some heart n***a wit a rod Me n shard dickin' down yo broad hit her wit da rod Oh my God dis lil n***a hard, please dont get him started Cuz we gone bend dun, he gone ben dun squeezed up in dis party Im plugged wit da bail bondsman Im jail dodging On d** in my cell lodgin' Got mail collage When dey let me out dis county I'm gon bring dem b**hes pain Pocket full of cash smashin' on dem lames All my n***as holla f** da police let my click clock dat cash U don't bring no peace you'd be a b**h without dat badge Y'all bussed down my whip ain't found sh** y'all dat mad Wanna question me 'bout coleone and how he gettin' all dat cash s** a dick n do ya job hoe Itz Nard from da squad I'll do a L foe I rat it's hard but dats on God bro I'm back up in dis b**h i brung dat choppa for dat slide My first lick was in girbauds wn me n bro got certified on dat [Chorus: MobSquad Nard] Squad sh** Squad sh** ima a squad n***a x4 [Verse 2: MobSquad Nard] I was taking dope when shawty low was stressing dun dun Parkin lot of magic city you know where i come from Me n frank p in dat r350 on a dunns run Ask'em bout da squad in Virginia we keep dem gun drums 2 pistols a piece wit my shooter dats how we rockin' ni Can't pay me to slip in my city n***a we poppin' now Money over b**hes my hittas get dem Deposits And dey keep dis sh** so solid dey ain't coppin' out I'm hoppin' outta beamer fresh as Stanley Steamer Servin' a subpoena Never nervous lawyer handy he done Whipped my sh** for freedom I was thuggin' wit lil tee dem He done popped me off a bean And we done ran it on yo dawg BM N her friend for free Ace gone be there if its ugly he gone coach me every time Momma let me know she loved me when she wrote me every time Dread solid as dat granite he gone joxe me every time b**h I'm Courtney MCM n she gone post me every time Catch me signin' in my Soulja blowin douja by the pound n we so tight dat i can read my n***as minds I got dis choppa and dat 9 me n Rickia ridin' know we gone keep dat iron Dis ain't Nino n Keisha we gone keep silent rockabye ya Im on my fire in my city tell a hater hate me ni Forty wit no safety just don't make me try to play me ni I gotta take ya, we show too much love to dem haters in dat crabpot Winning u can't break us in dat crab pot my n***a dis dat squad sh** [Verse 3: MobSquad Nard] Squad n***as in da building, flyin' 'til a b**h k** me Certified Real life whole squad navy seal team sealmen In dat water since a lil one pocket rocket in da tenth grade Buckin' consequences gettin' paid Shootin' 20 20 where da k**as play Thuggin' druggin' been a wild n***a its a lotta wild n***as in da grave Shell shocked since a child when i seen another child buss a n***a fade Me n scoobie on some squad sh** done flipped alotta b**hes at a tender age Coulda snuck a pistol in da prison farm on dem visit days Ima renegade Im on da interstate wit dat ahh hii and dem country n***as finna pay Mob Boss up n runnin' when i jump da hump and put em on da center stage Y'all f** back page hoes i been stampin' sh** look like da center page Y'all cuff i raise hoes I'm in da camp da b**hes tryna gimme play Im like a hot topic on Sports Center shooters wit me like da n b a Snap Sosa in da range rover n***a game over when ya hear dem kays I got Big stacks on deck put 'em on ya tot teach ya not to kid or play Big macks on deck pull up on ya block screechin' like I'm in a race n***a trap all day any day even business day leave rat n***as in da race me n Yella mola rollin' rentals choppaz all in ya face Dey hollin' slow it down but I'm sacked up What da f** done got into a n***a ace Plug talk but I'm racked up Pops on my phone in my business place Went from spendin' bendz n zo liftin' kays To knots lookin' like dem b**hes liftin' weight I know Mob Boss smiling on da team all in da grave U see I brung dem racks up in dis b**h dat baby choppa on my side Know if buddy try to play me Ima cook'em wit dat fye