4 For 4

(Drummer on the beat)

Sqweez, look

Yeah they talk but they ain't know me though

My **** keep a Drac', so his nickname Mr OVO

All my **** spinnin', shit get windy like a four for four

I'm shootin' at the stars, but I should shoot it at ya' face

This d-deuce hella small, but it's gon' twerk like Coi Leray

When you catch him, told my hitter bless him, bro gon' leave a stain

We gon' stretch him, I ain't tryna wrestle, I ain't Roman Reigns

I don't need to a Perc to get up in my zone (Nah, nah, nah)

But I might just pop a Perc to get a **** gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Swear this shit get on my nerves, they copy me like clones

And all these **** actin like they trappin, boy you got a loan, ayy look (For real)

Told 'em not to fuck with me (Yeah), 'cause bronem, they gon' bust for me (Baow)

Choppa heat 'em up and burn his ass straight to the fourth degree

See I'm going up, she in my DM's, tryna flirt with me

Kicked her to the curb, get on my nerves, ho you ain't hurtin' me (Facts)

Nah you ain't hurtin' me (Nah, nah)

I seen some shit at a young age, I wasn't s'posed to see

Bro pass the joint, he rollin' opps, I think it's choking me (Choking me)

And I ball like I'm Kevin D, you ball like overseas, ****, look (Yeah)

You ball like overseas (Overseas)

You drop a diss, yo' shit get switched, just like some fucking cheese (Fucking cheese)

Just want relations with her face, get on yo' fucking knees (Fucking knees)

And why you think they call me Sqweez? Boy I'ma let it squeeze, **** (Baow)

Look (Baow, baow)

I had him running like he weigh three hundred pounds

When that carbon got to sparkin', say they heard three hundred rounds (Yeah)

Yeah this chop' put shit to bed, the way its layin' **** down (Down)

And if my target with his homies, then I'm shootin' in the crowd, **** (Yeah)

Had him running like he weigh 300 pounds

When that choppa got to sparkin', say they heard three hundred rounds (Yeah)

Yeah this chop' put shit to bed, the way its layin' **** down (Down)

And if my target with his homies, then I'm shootin' in the crowd, **** (Yeah)

Keep a stick, no picture paint, I hop out and illustrate

Bronem throws these ho's away, just like he done picked up grenades

We can fuck, but you can't stay, told her hit the interstate

We can fuck, but you can't stay, told her hit the interstate (Sqweez)

Sqweez