Squad Wipe lyrics

[Intro]
Ran up my bag for real
Dropped out of school, and I ran up my bag for real
Yeah
They know I dropped out of school, and I ran up my money
I ran up my bag for real
Yeah

[Chorus]
They know I dropped out of school, and I ran up my money
I ran up my bag for real
I f*cked your b*tch from the back, and she steady be running
I told her to hold it still
I put codeine in my Fanta
She sit on my lap like Santa
TwoThree said he get money, that sh*t so funny, he should go do standup
I'll beat the f*ck out my b*tch if she ever try tell me that she f*cked another dude
All of my b*tches, they listen, they stay in the kitchen and do what I tell them to do
I know these n*ggas, they plot on me
They know I ride with that rod on me
I f*cked your b*tch and she swallow me
She eat me up like some collard greens

[Verse]
She love the way that I play with the cat
I love the way that she throwin' it back
She keep on jumping the back of my head, and her pus*y, I'm having an asthma attack
I got your b*tch, n*gga, come get her back
Told that boy Shuey to go get a bag
I'm FTBZ, no, I'm not DC, I cannot save her like Superman
That n*gga TwoThree countin' up pennies, I do what I want, and he do what he can
I told Fazo I wouldn't f*ck on his b*tch anymore and I did it again
TwoThree really tried flexin' on me with some money, I sent him a Kodak spread
I'm with some white b*tches and they steady snorting powder
Shuey unemployed but be on Fortnite for eight hours
Double up my cup and then I tilt it just like towers
This .30 on my hip will f*ck your cousin like a Howler
Look at my neck and see Van Cleef
I put my semen all in her teeth
I put a Bill Cosby inside of my drink, huh
I know these n*ggas, they hate on me
I know your b*tch want a taste of me
Too bad, I don't got a cape on me
[Chorus]
They know I dropped out of school, and I ran up my money
I ran up my bag for real
I f*cked your b*tch from the back, and she steady be running
I told her to hold it still
I put codeine in my Fanta
She sit on my lap like Santa
TwoThree said he get money, that sh*t so funny, he should go do standup
I'll beat the f*ck out my b*tch if she ever try tell me that she f*cked another dude
All of my b*tches, they listen, they stay in the kitchen and do what I tell them to do
I know these n*ggas, they plot on me
They know I ride with that rod on me
I f*cked your b*tch and she swallow me
She eat me up like some collard greens