--I'm just sitting on my porch for a minute smoking this blunt just thinkin', all these j's running around here on Bouldercrest in front of my house, if I could just take got damn half the market share...--
[Chorus: Squay]
Strap out the streets, that's a throwaway
You know the police comin', put the blow away
I done seen colder days, yeah I done seen colder days
My wrist outside, that's a cold day
And if I k** the witness that's a cold case
Yeah I done seen some cold days, yeah I done seen some cold days
[Verse 1: Squay]
You know I'm strapped like velcro
In the mile high club, you still in the exit row
Kickin' b**hes off the plane 'cause my money grown
And I work 6 juggs like I had a clone
I could show you how to cook it like a cooking show
I can't whip you eggs but I could whip a brick of blow
Pull up with my mixtape and sell it at your show
Got 'em paying attention like I'm calling roll
And I ain't got sh** to prove
All I see you got is a b**h to lose
Chicks in twos, I be on the news
For stuffing dirty M's in a box of shoes
Top back straight cruisin'
Pay attention, I can show you why you losin'
Two tons of gas, that's a lot, I can move it
And I don't bust back 'cause we pull up shootin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Squay]
70 somethin' birds in the Louis bag
I hear a knock, I'm like who is that?
I don't wanna play games with these motherf**ers
You gone be another stain on these motherf**ers
Got the game on lock
Got them d**, put your brain on pop
f**in' on your girl and I'm all in her gut
And she eat the dick up like she hungry as f**
Ooh that's nasty, better you than me in the casket
I got that gas, blowin gaskets
Smoke you like a blunt then I ash it
I'll show you my a** if you kiss it, I'm a sour pack critic
Got a trap line, and a personal, and I'm 'bout to cop one for the b**hes
[Chorus]