[Intro]
Swipeyyy
Squad Boys (Aye Aye)
And this another n***a beat by the way, but its murder
Aye Aye
[Verse 1]
Let's play cops and robbers
Squad boy sh**, you tryna cop we robbing
Hit his a** with the shooka shaka it go blaca blaca eat him up Chewbacca (damn)
Gun louder than Wocka Flocka, if I catch an oppa he gon need a doctor
And you ain't gotta ask the doctor you can ask Maury I am not the father
I guess the little b**h just need a father; I'm just tryna f** I don't mean to bother
Cut a n***a up like the barber
Smoking good green I'm not a farmer
Smoking dope just like a Rasta
n***a running wrong, turn his face to pasta
Have bro go crack his lobster, cuz his sh**'s dreaded up like Max from Shottas
Like a suit and tie, I'm too proper
I'm the best that ever did it, I'm 2Pac big papa (Aye)
Squad Boys we the new show-stoppers
Pull up so damn fly think the feds want to rob us
Testing me tell em watch yo wonkers
Tell em three black trucks; Who is that, Obama?
Wrap him up and take him down to the harbor
We gon' toss him in the water like that boy Osama
Long neck I've been told I'm a llama
I could never be a zero unless you add 3 commas
p**y boy don't want no drama
Want the money, money, money; Mr. Crabs with the dollas (bands)
Big Swipe I get more neck than a collar
Make your main thing holla' in the back of a Honda (damn)
Running plays, I feel like Aaron Rodgers
Two twin b**hes with me they like "Go on Rodger" (doh)
Want your b**h back try a little harder
Boy I beat the p**y up like I play for the Dodgers
Come here tryna rob a robber
You'll be Sorry for The Wait like Dwayne Carter
Fish scale flow, hold the tarter
Muddy cup full of ant yo mama
Lean lean f**ing up my pasta
Swear to God before I die I pray I f** Rihanna
So tell Riri that I'm a rude boy, I'm a fool boy, tote the tool boy
Pocket full of paper, I feel like a school boy
I'm a jerk, I feel like a new boy
Make it rain, better watch the news boy
When I'm at school they treat me like the new boy
Tryna steal my swag I'ma have to sue boy
I'm bloody red, you a Blues Clues boy (Blood)
You a fruit boy, without the loop boy
You a p**y in the hat, you a Doctor Suess boy
Sick of b**hes thinking I need some soup boy
You say you balling, but where's your hoop boy?
Run 'em down be like [?] a loop boy
I get jammed up, I'm a out like hoop boy
Cars, and trucks, and bikes, and coups boy
If she don't f**, she get the boot boy
You get the boot, like stomp the yard girl
Then again she want to be a squad girl
Squad Boys welcome to the squad world
f** the Ops this could never be our world
We the South Side, yeah I'm in Upper Marlboro
If you ain't from here you can't come here
We so smart but act so dumb here
12-year-olds be toting drums here
Dirty Swipe b**h I don't know nada
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada
Feed her dick got her calling me dada
I still don't call her baby cuz' I'm no father
In the back seat smoking on Ganja
Call you son, cuz' I'm f**ing your mama
Call you nephew, like I'm f**ing your auntie
Grant her wish like Cosma Wanda (you little b**h)
k** a n***a I would do the honor
Like, f** the judge and f** your honor
n***as hot like they live in a sauna
Remix this sh** like DJ Drama
Beat the pack 'till it turn to a Honda
Snake me out I come back like comma
No more "lujah" just a whole bunch of Holla
I'm nothing like the rest, we got nothing in common (no)