Sqad Up - U Dig lyrics

[Lil'Wayne talking] Yea..b*atch..who the f**..how the f** You really wanna know the sqad [Verse 1] Me, I snort the dro' And Baby supply the extra arms And charges don't stick the dudes We cutt'em of We see Weezy everyday Were the f** did he go to Cause if we don't know u The nina blow u And..Supa'll show u how to bag up sh** And Young Yo'll show u quick, how to back ya b**h And T.Redd'll teach u right how to mash on the gas And if u sight, he'll mash on ya a** And J too But Snipes, he lose on ya fast, like young cash Like,he blew the mash on gas Sqad 7, we ball heavy We all in till we all dead We stay fed of cheese and bread And we never f** wit hoes that never gave head We like shaved p**y We don't save p**y We students of the game And we never play rookie U hata's ???? [Chorus] S-Q-A-D U-P Lil' Weezy S-Q-A-D, you see Weezy S-Q-A-D U-P Lil' Weezy [Verse 2] I get money like i get p**y I get p**y like i get headaches And migranes run in my family And u might not be a crackhead But theres one in ya family I just broke a bricker off Some theres some in ya family Me and Benjamin so tight We becomin' a family And the Benz i'm in so tight Ya wife comin' to jam me And the rims i ride right Drop the sh** on choppaz Or the old skool chrome riderz

We seein' Weezy Wee Come thru on broaders I'm send a single to bottle Just like u know i'm a rider Now followin' me to the of my squalla I swalla to the end of my bottle My n***a sam The only friend is my dolla Bumpin' head in a raspberry Bentley Cuttin' up U would think itz a weddin' how the rims is bu*toned up And itz Weezy ya b**h, i be thuggin' in public S-Q-A-D double or nuthin' [Chorus] S-Q-A-D U-P Lil' Weezy S-Q-A-D, you see Weezy S-Q-A-D U-P Lil' Weezy [Verse 3] I bang a coward if he lookin' like he f**in' wit Weezy Leave a n***a like.. He f**ed wit Weezy Young Wayne m Ride around in a plain M First lane, cross lane, flame him Itz where the game end I twist a n***a up so bad See his body at the funeral They say it ain't him b**h n***as surround me It can get uglier than India Arie When i'm spittin' the tommy And no matter what this rap do I'm gettin' the money I can quit and get off a whole brick in mornin' I can spit and get off a whole cook and devour And shift and make lift off the whole of top of the 'Rari I can spit like a mack 90 Either way i can send big azz blades to ya zig zag braids n***as get right or get laid Young, f** it I swear man u won't love it Biiaaattccchhh