[Intro]

[Verse 1: Squeeks]

Your main bitch wanna be my side piece

In my spaceship eyes looking Chinese

Got two clips they'll be looking siamese

Few big sticks I'll be looking 19

I doubled that

I lost a few bags donnys had to run it back

I was shotting crack since I knew about the thundercats (uhh)

I make it stretch no rubber bands

Bad bitches on deck all colour gang

Got a white bit yeah she wanna have a light skin chit

Couple brown tings always wanna ride my (haan)

Time flys so quick

I grind no shift

My lines so piff you could sniff it up

They say music be the drug now

A few attempts niggas tryna get me gunned down (pshh)

But you niggas still standing

You know I fly high some call me Richard Branson

I'm always with my goons, love me like I'm Tom Cruise

You leave your girl around Squeek that's the wrong move

Sometimes I get lonely

I might be on my strip with that Angelina Jolie, you know me

A/C on you feel the cool breeze

Where I'm from everybody know talks cheap

So I already say a word, don't get shit of views cah I put it in the verse

Go to church on these niggas

10 bags for my whip

Black on black shit you know I swerve on you niggas

17, got heart, fuck school I'm with the killers

Cannon in my hand you know I burn all you niggas

I made a name yeah they wish that I wouldn't

I changed the game they thought that I couldn't

Squeek

Now I got my whole city looking

Know I'm the truth I'm the proof in the pudding

These pussies ain't living like me

Fuck them cah they don't get it like me

And I don't see no bitches around you

All I see are these groupies around me

I don't pay for pussy (haan)

See you, you made of pussy

Big dog I don't play with rookies (nah)

I'm in a league of my own

Pricks want to be like me get a clone

Chicks want to be my miss you a ho

All I see is green lights niggas got to go (uhh)

No red no yellow

Bitch boys turn soft when the nitties turn jello

From the day I was born I lived that ghetto

Keep showing off your wrist you won't see that kettle

I could be that devil

Lord knows I'm an angel

Smoking on Z's while you're blowing on them 8 balls

All my goons gon March way before April

Yeah, I thank the lord man I'm grateful

Now they want to put me on the stage cah we running

This fucking rap shit I hope you suckers see us coming

I dream bout nothing, black out I blame my weed habbits

Rats gets the mac out I let it squeeze at him (uhh)

Black clothes no jewelery on

Cash flow still blow my tooley though

Yeah, true story never tell a tale

I didn't know him but rest in peace, L

I remember time with the fish scale weighing up keys now me and my connect don't speak but

Yeah, I kept calm, still I kick rhymes

I bled once man I shouldn't let shit slide

And niggas fake this a bitch life

Still spitting rhymes all because I'm gunna live nice

Come to think of it I would of gave you everything

Married to the streets gave her the wedding ring (uhh)

And niggas fake cause they bitch made

Niggas get rich I see how shit change

Big chain always hanging off my kneck

Grew up in, Izzy niggas better show me some respect

I was 17 banging on a spesh

Nigga high 18 big 57 on my chest

Every manor got a ghetto every ghetto got a manor

Some niggas banging some just rock the bandanas

Some will leave you fucking brains hanging on your scanner

Cause they all want a name cah they fell it make them badder

Till they end up in the jail house and now they riding bang up

24 hour no fun just bang up

Free my nigga Ron that's a crazy motherfucker that's my right hand man I swear that nigga like my brother

Word to my mother we got plans of getting rich

Big Squeeks, SBTV, 3RD Degree Burns