Squeeze (Freestyle)

By Fivio Foreign

Released on November 12, 2021

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[Intro]

Yeah (AyoAA)


[Verse 1]

I was told if you fight, you swing first

I was told if you shoot, you squeeze first

Nigga, why would I give you a free verse

When it's fifteen-hundred for my t-shirt?

They remember me broke on the streets, hurt

That mean you better give me what I deserve

If I catch him, I'm makin' him bleed first

If I'm missin', I'm hittin' in reverse

And they always gon' tell me I'm movin' funny

If you wasn't my man, it'd be worse

Like, imagine I'd make you say, "Please" first

Like, imagine I'd laugh and say, "He's hurt"

Like, imagine I'm livin' and rappin' and talkin' and chattin'

And see him and fall back

When I met him in person, he's all cap

When he met me, I'm ready for combat

When I met her, she look like a baddie and move like a baddie

She thought she was all that

When I fuck, she ain't gettin' a call back

They be fallin' in love with my tall ass

If you owe me, you pay me in all cash

When I see him, it's gettin' me more mad

If we kill him, so don't get the bork ass

When I run in your crib, it's a door dash, huh (Huh)


[Chorus]

Yeah, huh, look, huh, I been a mess

I hear them hatin' and talkin' and whisperin' and watchin' and mumblin' under they breath

Huh, huh, yeah, look, hmm, yeah, they be obsessed

They keep on wonderin' how I keep winnin', but they already know that I'm one of the best


[Verse 2]

He already know he gettin' one in his chest

He already know that it's none of me left

Them niggas say I can't do it, they count on me losin'

But they never come with a bet

Them niggas say they get money

They say they be workin', but they never thumb through a check

Boy when you come to me, come with respect

I'm not acceptin' nothin' less

Yeah, nigga, go put your money where your mouth is

Nigga, I put my money where my clout is

I put my gun where my spouse live

And I'm goin' dummy every outfit

You either love me or leave me alone

Casamigo help me get in the zone

Niggas still trappin' and flippin' the phones

Niggas still clappin' and grippin' the chrome, huh (Huh)


[Chorus]

Yeah, huh, look, huh, I been a mess

I hear them hatin' and talkin' and whisperin' and watchin'

And mumblin' under they breath

Huh, huh, yeah, look, hmm, yeah, they be obsessed

They keep on wonderin' how I keep winnin'

But they already know that I'm one of the best