[Intro: MobSquad Nard]

Squad shit... Squad shit ima squad nigga

[Verse 1: MobSquad Nard]

I say straight up, a gutta ass nigga from by da stop sign

Heart of a lion lost my mind wit dat Glock nine

Head shots head shots my killas slugged up wit dreadlocks

And dey put yo dawg up in dat breadbox

U know how it came round

Silent when dem lames round

Solid i got up n went n got it when it came down

I wish my dawg could see me we'll be swervin' inna line

Just might pop up on yo tv still be servin' niggas dimes

From da squad nigga wit some heart nigga wit a rod

Me n shard dickin' down yo broad hit her wit da rod

Oh my God dis lil nigga hard, please dont get him started

Cuz we gone bend dun, he gone ben dun squeezed up in dis party

Im plugged wit da bail bondsman

Im jail dodging

On drugs in my cell lodgin'

Got mail collage

When dey let me out dis county I'm gon bring dem bitches pain

Pocket full of cash smashin' on dem lames

All my niggas holla fuck da police let my click clock dat cash

U don't bring no peace you'd be a bitch without dat badge

Y'all bussed down my whip ain't found shit y'all dat mad

Wanna question me 'bout coleone and how he gettin' all dat cash

Suck a dick n do ya job hoe

Itz Nard from da squad

I'll do a L foe I rat it's hard but dats on God bro

I'm back up in dis bitch i brung dat choppa for dat slide

My first lick was in girbauds wn me n bro got certified on dat

[Chorus: MobSquad Nard]

Squad shit Squad shit ima a squad nigga x4

[Verse 2: MobSquad Nard]

I was taking dope when shawty low was stressing dun dun

Parkin lot of magic city you know where i come from

Me n frank p in dat r350 on a dunns run

Ask'em bout da squad in Virginia we keep dem gun drums

2 pistols a piece wit my shooter dats how we rockin' ni

Can't pay me to slip in my city nigga we poppin' now

Money over bitches my hittas get dem

Deposits

And dey keep dis shit so solid dey ain't coppin' out

I'm hoppin' outta beamer fresh as Stanley Steamer

Servin' a subpoena

Never nervous lawyer handy he done

Whipped my shit for freedom

I was thuggin' wit lil tee dem

He done popped me off a bean

And we done ran it on yo dawg BM

N her friend for free

Ace gone be there if its ugly he gone coach me every time

Momma let me know she loved me when she wrote me every time

Dread solid as dat granite he gone joxe me every time

Bitch I'm Courtney MCM n she gone post me every time

Catch me signin' in my Soulja blowin douja by the pound n we so tight dat i can read my niggas minds

I got dis choppa and dat 9 me n Rickia ridin' know we gone keep dat iron

Dis ain't Nino n Keisha we gone keep silent rockabye ya

Im on my fire in my city tell a hater hate me ni

Forty wit no safety just don't make me try to play me ni

I gotta take ya, we show too much love to dem haters in dat crabpot

Winning u can't break us in dat crab pot my nigga dis dat squad shit

[Verse 3: MobSquad Nard]

Squad niggas in da building, flyin' 'til a bitch kill me

Certified

Real life whole squad navy seal team sealmen

In dat water since a lil one pocket rocket in da tenth grade

Buckin' consequences gettin' paid

Shootin' 20 20 where da killas play

Thuggin' druggin' been a wild nigga its a lotta wild niggas in da grave

Shell shocked since a child when i seen another child buss a nigga fade

Me n scoobie on some squad shit done flipped alotta bitches at a tender age

Coulda snuck a pistol in da prison farm on dem visit days Ima renegade

Im on da interstate wit dat ahh hii and dem country niggas finna pay

Mob Boss up n runnin' when i jump da hump and put em on da center stage

Y'all fuck back page hoes i been stampin' shit look like da center page

Y'all cuff i raise hoes I'm in da camp da bitches tryna gimme play

Im like a hot topic on Sports Center shooters wit me like da n b a

Snap Sosa in da range rover nigga game over when ya hear dem kays

I got Big stacks on deck put 'em on ya tot teach ya not to kid or play

Big macks on deck pull up on ya block screechin' like I'm in a race

Nigga trap all day any day even business day leave rat niggas in da race me n Yella mola rollin' rentals choppaz all in ya face

Dey hollin' slow it down but I'm sacked up

What da fuck done got into a nigga ace

Plug talk but I'm racked up

Pops on my phone in my business place

Went from spendin' bendz n zo liftin' kays

To knots lookin' like dem bitches liftin' weight

I know Mob Boss smiling on da team all in da grave

U see I brung dem racks up in dis bitch dat baby choppa on my side

Know if buddy try to play me Ima cook'em wit dat fye