Speeding in the drop top
Hot summers day thinkin hard will I ever see another day
Nowadays people say Sqeek your lookin paid
All because I go that white bitch! Jessie J
I’m sky high off the lemon haze
Hat to cut a few n***** off I had jealous mates
I’m busy moving Bob I gotta peb the beige
Started growing trees getting extra pay, hey
So I’m getting in that fast cash
I hit the rap game with impact, car crash
You can ask Trav how I got a hard stack
People know the bars gassed I ain’t gotta ask that
And free Paps he just hit the can free Ron, free Smurk , free the friggin gang
Man I can’t forget Mus free A too
2010 rolling round my n***** Jones , Dange, Clue
Fuck a stand still I gotta make moves
I don’t drink I be posing with the Grey Goose
They see the Made views now they wan make tunes
N****** I’m the same dude chicks know my face move
I’m vain too I be posing in the mirror
I ain’t noticed any haters cause I’m noticing my skrilla
I be focused on my paper cause I know it’s getting thinner
So local I’m focal homie rolling with the spinner
Glllaaaa
An lord knows I’m a sinner
Big belly rude boy I’m hungry for my dinner
My sutten hits the high notes I ain’t no singer
You’ll see the bright flash I ain’t tryna take a picture
Getcha
Say cheese for the face shot
I leave a n***** R.I.P. Nate Dogg
You know Squeek gettin money in the same spot
Still shottin work even though I know my face hot
I praise God gave me strength to do this
I push drugs so I’ll push my music
My clips full of slugs don’t make me use it
Will if I have to I’ve been a nuisance I do this
They say I go hard you should hear me out
I’m not far Issy town be my whereabouts
My names Squeeks tell a bitch don’t wear it out
black jeans black crepe when I’m stepping out
The labels want pop and I ain’t into that
I’m living nice ain’t signed still burn stacks
I’m getting money all the time its gangsta rap
At a funeral the only time you dressed in black
We in the strip club with money on our laps
If a n***** splash I’ll make it back off 20 of them raps
I be sitting back dodging tax the workers in the trap
If a n****** acts burn his back murder in the flats
No turning back i’ll hurt the track I’m murdering rap
23 I ain’t tryna be 30 when I rap
Jealousy got me thinking bout murdering a man
All this fame got these dumb bitchs perving over man
I’m certy when I land workin on a plan
Walk around with my chains on I do it cause I can
Pussy
I got the power in my hand I write it down and spit it out and now you understand
I’m the MAN
I wrote this bar whilst the world turned
Buzzing out my mind thought about the semi squirting
Then I think about rap is it really working?
I’m on the street Cah Squeechi see the trail burning
Wheels turning I’m swerving in the six speed
We getting money over time
Big cheese
Haters try and lick a shot and try and pitch me
But theyre lickle man to me them man are pip Squeeks
Huh
You six deep I got six teeth leave a n****** past tense
History
I know the cars dench I don’t flip weed
We getting money over time I said big cheese
Hot summers day thinkin hard will I ever see another day
Nowadays people say Sqeek your lookin paid
All because I go that white bitch! Jessie J
I’m sky high off the lemon haze
Hat to cut a few n***** off I had jealous mates
I’m busy moving Bob I gotta peb the beige
Started growing trees getting extra pay, hey
So I’m getting in that fast cash
I hit the rap game with impact, car crash
You can ask Trav how I got a hard stack
People know the bars gassed I ain’t gotta ask that
And free Paps he just hit the can free Ron, free Smurk , free the friggin gang
Man I can’t forget Mus free A too
2010 rolling round my n***** Jones , Dange, Clue
Fuck a stand still I gotta make moves
I don’t drink I be posing with the Grey Goose
They see the Made views now they wan make tunes
N****** I’m the same dude chicks know my face move
I’m vain too I be posing in the mirror
I ain’t noticed any haters cause I’m noticing my skrilla
I be focused on my paper cause I know it’s getting thinner
So local I’m focal homie rolling with the spinner
Glllaaaa
An lord knows I’m a sinner
Big belly rude boy I’m hungry for my dinner
My sutten hits the high notes I ain’t no singer
You’ll see the bright flash I ain’t tryna take a picture
Getcha
Say cheese for the face shot
I leave a n***** R.I.P. Nate Dogg
You know Squeek gettin money in the same spot
Still shottin work even though I know my face hot
I praise God gave me strength to do this
I push drugs so I’ll push my music
My clips full of slugs don’t make me use it
Will if I have to I’ve been a nuisance I do this
They say I go hard you should hear me out
I’m not far Issy town be my whereabouts
My names Squeeks tell a bitch don’t wear it out
black jeans black crepe when I’m stepping out
The labels want pop and I ain’t into that
I’m living nice ain’t signed still burn stacks
I’m getting money all the time its gangsta rap
At a funeral the only time you dressed in black
We in the strip club with money on our laps
If a n***** splash I’ll make it back off 20 of them raps
I be sitting back dodging tax the workers in the trap
If a n****** acts burn his back murder in the flats
No turning back i’ll hurt the track I’m murdering rap
23 I ain’t tryna be 30 when I rap
Jealousy got me thinking bout murdering a man
All this fame got these dumb bitchs perving over man
I’m certy when I land workin on a plan
Walk around with my chains on I do it cause I can
Pussy
I got the power in my hand I write it down and spit it out and now you understand
I’m the MAN
I wrote this bar whilst the world turned
Buzzing out my mind thought about the semi squirting
Then I think about rap is it really working?
I’m on the street Cah Squeechi see the trail burning
Wheels turning I’m swerving in the six speed
We getting money over time
Big cheese
Haters try and lick a shot and try and pitch me
But theyre lickle man to me them man are pip Squeeks
Huh
You six deep I got six teeth leave a n****** past tense
History
I know the cars dench I don’t flip weed
We getting money over time I said big cheese
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