Fire Squad lyrics

by

Kelowww


Like I don't understand how you just hate on a n*gga so much
Like these n*ggas just don't understand
sh*t can get real disrespectful, real fast n*gga

Okay I know all these n*ggas hate me
Cause all these n*ggas plot
So they gone make them post
And they gone shoot them shots
Never come at me direct
But I see him around the block
My tooly need excercise
I got my trigger doing squats
Just asked them why they mad
Is it cause my swag?
I'm giving out ass whooping
And i ain't nobody dad
Its funny yall weak
You pus*y, you all sweet
I got a question though
Like that n*gga deek
How you claiming you the one?
Claiming that you never run
You never lacking with that f*cking BB gun
n*gga im the one
n*gga i never run
You can them like a girl, girl your hair with a bun
Its f*ck what he say or she say
I'm all about my bankroll, my bankroll like PJ
My money on replay
Your music on Delay
I never gave a f*ck
But you might find that sh*t on eBay
Boy you ain't with that sh*t
And you ain't hit that sh*t
Claim these n*ggas so grimey
Boy you a hypocrite
Talking real reckless
Just Like you stiff and sh*t
Have you walking with no shoes
My n*gga In your sh*t
Okay i never killed a n*gga, Knock his head off
Call that n*gga jiffy, he corn bread soft
My n*gga got a mac
And I ain't talking no computer
Call that n*gga mac
Cause He be talking on computers
He said his money long, obviously he don't own a ruler
Foreign that's my team, I don't know no n*ggas cooler
Try to mess with my team, boy whats wrong with your medulla
Pull out the gun & have him frozen like medusa
Have that n*gga bleeding blue, He a fake ass hoover
Go to his funeral, while his granny scream hallelujah
Who took my grandson? Why he had to choose ya?
I whispered in her ear and told her "Don't let these looks fool ya"
I grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek
And told the b*tch I'm the shooter..

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