SQUAD lyrics

[Intro]
(特に意味はない)

[Verse 1: Lucy Bedroque]
Make you n*ggas do the cha-cha with the music, huh
Music, I abuse it, I'm addicted, huh
And it's only one [?] once I [?]
I don't know any beat that won't fit me
I don't know no fear, I won't fear me
I don't no b*tch that won't feel me
I don't know a single joint that won't fill me up, up
I'm 'bout to win this sh*t up front
Better the fitness, feel it in the core
Better to finish, better in the gum
Better the business when it's in the store
You a vamp, but pray to the lord, n*gga, don't be foolish, huh
Laugh at me, finna cool you, for real
Young n*gga just pulled out the dualies, huh

[Chorus: Lucy Bedroque & egobreak]
Then I pull out the whole squad, huh
I'm with these boys goin' foolish, huh
Get the .11, how the squad?
To get the mic, you need a stoolie, yeah
[?], keep my— huh, huh
I am that boy, yeah I'm boolin'
Finna take her ass to the spa, huh
Then I take her ass to the movies
I'm J Dilla in the lot, in the A.E. doin'— uh
Flex in their face, screaming, "Yeah, star," huh
Got a strong arm like Louis
Thought I was through it like some Pocky, huh
Finnessin' for the Hot Pocket, yeah
Lil' boy, you need to stop it
Put your arm out (Yeah), n*gga, pop lock it
[Verse 2: egobreak]
I built a bridge in this sh*t so y'all better pay me my respect
Yeah, I'm coming for your neck, n*gga, you is next, hope that makes sense
Or I could just break it down, y'all n*ggas need to hear the sound, yeah
We could go rack-for-rack, or band-for-band, or round-for-round

[Refrain: egobreak]
I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys)
Uh, I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys, "Get up")
Tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys, "Get up")
Uh, y'all n*ggas just keep f*ckin' up, yeah (Y'all f*ckin' up)
I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)
I told these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)
Tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)
Uh, you n*ggas just keep f*cking up, yeah (Tell that boy)

[Bridge: egobreak & Lucy Bedroque]
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Lucy Bedroque & egobreak]
Then I pull out the whole squad, huh
I'm with these boys goin' foolish, huh
Get the .11, how the squad?
To get the mic, you need a stoolie, yeah
[?], keep my— huh, huh
I am that boy, yeah I'm boolin'
Finna take her ass to the spa, huh
Then I take her ass to the movies (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
I'm J Dilla in the lot (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
In the A.E. doin'— uh (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
Flex in their face, screaming, "Yeah, star," huh (Tell these boys, "Get up")
Got a strong arm like Louis (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
Thought I was through it like some Pocky, huh (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
Finnessin' for the Hot Pocket, yeah (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")
Lil' boy, you need to stop it (Tell these boys, "Get up")
Put your arm out, n*gga, pop lock it