Squeeze & Buss

The po' hate me cah there weren't no solvin'

Gunman, sign outside the club said 'No smoking', but he brought that smoke in

I'm the best of my age, no boasting

We know fanboys hate when I'm ghosting

Jailhouse ting, no smoke, let me jump on the tec cah my babe's in lotion

Beat up the yute, don't poke him, GMs cut when the gov's approaching

Deceiving opps ain't reppin' their block in jail, on a joke ting

That boy caught stress when he held them pokings

But he's still on free flow, bitchin' to different blocks, as he's still tryna moisten

Bro just hit one drop on the opp, one chop had his vocal broken

Beat-beat man out of his head, curled up in the bed but the gov' ain't spoken

Don't trust anyone in the can, he could your right hand, then pree up the soakin'

Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse, bang till the gates break open

Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse, bang till the gates break open

Hands up, hold it, squeeze then buss

GS corn is a must

Pop smoke cah everyone's talking tough

Rudeboy, I'm calling your bluff

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Hands up, hold it, squeeze then buss

GS corn is a must

Pop smoke cah everyone's talking tough

Rudeboy, I'm calling your bluff

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Mask on then thief that, be in the trap

Who thiefed that? Me and my dog

That **** tried blow up, but then he got whacked

Abuse that dot dot, plot in the gaff

Grew up, inhaled that, smokin' the crash

He ain't got a heart but still wanna do this tart

Don't dash when the .38 clap

Brap! You can feel this wap

Feel this wap

When they clocked on it's us, see bare man dash

Block off 'fore the opp boys scream like yats

Me and bros tryna chase this bi-atch

I just be off the M, no cap

Got three indictments off my name, I'm gassed

He froze up when he heard I'm back

Fresh home, fresh home, straight back to the cash

Two rambo blades behind your back while bros tryna beat that mach'

Big brown booty, rewind that arse on Snap', let me squeeze nyash

Eyes roll back, she ucking me off on cam, man bust in her lash

Stop shining the wrist on 'Gram, it's VS1, it don't need no flash

Drive outta town for the cash

Fly off the buj and three-and-a-half of the light, I can make that splash

Wrap, then turn that bread into plaques

HMP, just me and my Cody locked in the gates, no Zacks

We still go halfs when we're breaking racks

Free up, free up my bro, that's facts

Hands up, hold it, squeeze then buss

GS corn is a must

Pop smoke cah everyone's talking tough

Rudeboy, I'm calling your bluff

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Hands up, hold it, squeeze then buss

GS corn is a must

Pop smoke cah everyone's talking tough

Rudeboy, I'm calling your bluff

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss

Bare man dust when they heard it's us

Tryna squeeze and buss