Squat lyrics

[Intro]
Woaah
I got a foreigner, my n*gga
Forgiatos, no Lem-on
Naw, that’s Gucci, what ya dig this fool?
*Baughw, Baughw*

[Chorus]
Narcs, watchin’, servin' ‘Tilapia’ (Gambino)
Snappin' shots; foreigner, squat’n
Valet, park it; Forgi’s, squat
26” by 12”, lift, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, 26” by 12”, squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat

[Verse 1]
Ass end squattin', i’m pressin’ tha gas
Forgi’s slidin' on 'em, *Pewn, pewn, pewn*
I'm f*ckin' up the tires, on 'em
‘Bingo’, for your child, homie
‘Longway Bond’, got his eyes on him
Passenger red, that’s what thighs on her
.4-5 pocket monster, under her thighs
Yeah, my b*tch been doin' her squats
Squattin' on Forgi’s, with the low and I got her high
Coupe, with the panoramic roof, you can see the sky
Narcs rollin’ 'round with a picture, “have you seen this guy?”
Foreign past ya’ ass, I'm in your rearview
Fishbowl window, n*gga, you see my VV
f*ck you mean you don't see me, boy?
Supercharger on this ‘Crip-Blue’ foreign
Ten ‘Tilapias’, off in my trunk
Hector, had to go’n and get that box
Next day, your add’y, should get that box
Gucci Mane, La Flare, you know how we rock
Drop the block, mix, put the hard in the pot
Who the f*ck said, “white boy can't jump?”
Swapped the Audi rims out, with the Forgi’s on the feet
Who the f*ck said, ‘the Audi wouldn’t gon’ squat?’
[Chorus]
Narcs, watchin’, servin' ‘Tilapia’ (Gambino)
Snappin' shots; foreigner, squat’n
Valet, park it; Forgi’s, squat
26” by 12”, lift, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, 26” by 12”, squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat

[Verse 2]
26” by 12” Forgi’s huggin', under that foreign car
One button, the doors ajar; got gas concealed, all in a jar
I’m sqautin’, spillin' lean everywhere; .4-5’s slidin' 'round everywhere
The narcs, ridin' 'round everywhere; —give a f*ck, slidin’ on Forgi’s everywhere
Longway got racks, racks everywhere
You want a plate of Tilapia’, serve you anywhere
She a rockstar hoe, got pretty hair
Sippin’ ‘mud’; she'll squat, p*ss anywhere
‘Molly Cyrus’, got a n*gga feelin' real player
Got a hundred-K, stuffed in my gym bag
That ain't from boxin', n*gga, that come from ‘juug’ bags
Put the pack in the street and let 'em juug man
10-17, M.P.A; Longway
Catch me on the street, n*gga, on the one way
First class flight, n*gga, on the runway
Either way it go, double down with gunplay
You ain't my type, I don't wanna f*ck, babe
Sqautin' on Forgi’s, left her with the sh*tface…
‘Boots on tight’, M.P.A sh*tface
4-20, we ‘Stuff-Crust’ erry’day
Longway
[Chorus]
Narcs, watchin’, servin' ‘Tilapia’ (Gambino)
Snappin' shots; foreigner, squat’n
Valet, park it; Forgi’s, squat
26” by 12”, lift, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat, 26” by 12”, squat
Squat, squat, Forgiato squat
Squat, squat