[Intro]
Call a n***a say what's up man
Squad sh**
Savage Squad sh** b**h
Savage Squad sh** b**h
Fredo what up man
Fredo man Lil Reesy we in this b**h
Reesy, hey what's up man
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
I’da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame n***as hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
You gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot something
Say you got a body n***a prove something (prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Say you gotta body n***a prove something
[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
All my n***as grimy, we gon do something
Say you gotta chopper, n***a shoot something
Skeet off from the scene, it was two something
Skeet off from the scene, I got two thumping
Now I ain't with the talk, cause I'ma do something
Miss me with the talking, n***a you bluffing
This sh** get so deep, man I said f** my cousin
Hit that b**h and put her out like it was nothing
Smoking out the pound, we used to roll for nothing
Used to be my mans, now like at you like nothing
I came up from nothing, now I'm on to something
And all this sh** can't stop me, cause I'm keep hustling
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Ay
I’da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame n***as hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
You gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot something
Say you got a body n***a prove something (prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Say you gotta body n***a prove something
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Light up a f** n***a crib in broad day
Can't find that n***a, shoot where his momma stay (f** it)
Three k**ers with me there in your driveway
Deebo a n***a, snatch his chain like Friday
Trapper died gimmie all his heart away
You can't get a penny like Tim Hardaway
I jug, finesse, I get mine the smarter way
Pull up with AK's where your son and daughter stay
Extort a lame n***a, yeah he gotta pay
I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay
k** a n***a, I ain't like his a** anyway
Lil folks shoot you in the face, I ain't gotta spray
[Outro: Fredo Santana]
Ay, ay
I’da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame n***as hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Fake a** tough n***as
Say you out here man
Do something man
n***a turn up
Squad sh** man