Aye, Squid, Gang
(Chorus) HipHerc:
Ya I see you hop out like you really think you’ll do sum
Slide with the squid, know we really tryna prove sum
Slide with yo bitch to my show let, the crew run
No fight in this bitch, my boys really tryna shoot sum
HipHerc:
Ya I see you I hop out but we really know you kappin (kappin)
Fightin just to stick, you should really try to tack it (tack it)
Night n day no bitch so all you do is fap it (what?)
Attractive to the pussy (ay) you should really call me cat nip
You minnows mainey
Only the real hear yanny
Come to the crib with a fanny
Pull up like Danny
Hold up I pull out the xanny
Numbing the pain I’m canny
Thinkin like shit
Hold I pull out a brick
Poppin the seal a zit
Smokin a zip
Back to the brain a bit
Feelin like i gotta sit
CMO$:
This is my time gotta run up a check
Thinkin bout coppin a brand new patek
So when its time I'll be dripping all flex
Born with the sauce they can tell that I'm next
Pulling out knots and that bitch gettin wet
Bitch tryna fuck me im just getting neck
Wake up all im thinking bout gettin is bread
Gotta look out for these niggas they fed
Tryna run up its one to the head
Big choppas on me on deck
All of my niggas been down from the get
Pull up on us know what it is
Big bank, been smokin on that real dank
Ice chain with them brand new louis frames
Lil bitch come and give thanks
(Chorus)
Ya I see you hop out like you really think you’ll do sum
Slide with the squid, know we really tryna prove sum
Slide with yo bitch to my show, let the crew run
No fight in this bitch, my boys really tryna shoot sum
LaceDean:
No fighting in this bitch my boys really tryna shoot sum
Slide down your block and y’all really didn’t do shit
Let it kick in while i’m sipping, brought her back to the crib now a Nigga hittin
Big clip, squid shit long nose, Pippen, speak down on the gang we gone leave him twitching
Leave him tweakin like a knock
Gun stab, bullets speeding off the block
Gotta go get it i ain’t breathing off a cop
Nigga finna rat gotta see that body drop
Am i prevailing nah i’m a felon
Tool on my hip and these niggas can tell it
I crack yo melon, see that you jealous
Bitch, i need smoke you can see me inhaling
HipHerc:
They say, “Who them Squid Squad boys?”
Who the fuck is you?
We be steppin in, you frettin, they be tryna hold they cool
I be flyin and I’m stylin they say “who the fuck this dude?
It’s a bird, it’s a plane” nah just HipHerc in fly shoes
And I’m lit
They talkin but don’t really give a shit, Cause I’m lit
And I know that they always tryna get how I’m lit
24/7, I’m never Smokin just a bit
Know it’s D.I.D, Dillon dead but resurrect
(Chorus)
Ya I see you hop out like you really think you’ll do sum
Slide with the squid know we really tryna prove sum
Slide with yo bitch to my show let the crew run
No fight in this bitch my boys really tryna shoot sum X2