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turnt since 22's - squeak lyrics

[hook]
jumped off the porch with that 22
yeah i had work to do
i don’t play with n-ggas
don’t play with me
if it’s a problem
then i’m hurting you
cut a n-gga up it get surgical
lil oowop gon’ run down and murder you
his whip gettin’ flipped like a burger do
hit your mother your sister big shirley too
i don’t get in pressure and panic
this 2014 it ain’t jammin’
i pop a 15 now i’m jammin’
in my trap we trap some shippin’ and handlin’
tuck on the beat so this b-tch get to slammin’
hop out with that fifth now i’m tryna do damage
[?] and get left where he standin’
heat a n-gga up now he tannin’

[verse]
n-gga playin’ with me now i’m slidin’
caught him in the field now he dyin’
you ain’t shot n0body why you lyin’
smoke on my heart and on my mind
pressure smoke filled in my lungs
b-tch sh-t comin’ off your tongue
gun smoke comin’ out my gun
walkin’ down sparkin’ sh-t for fun
lift with me i don’t need a drum
sneaky talkin’ f-ck you think i’m dumb
pull up on him f-ck bout where he from
bang it out we don’t go for none
these f-ck n-ggas speak on my name and be scared
they know who runnin’ down spankin’ the lead
[?] put that sh-t on his heart and his head
lay his -ss down get in the bed

[verse 2]
i’m a real life rider hang with n-ggas who got bodies
b-tch stop rappin’ bout you shootin’
you ain’t never shot n0body
b-tch we know about you
them n-ggas around you won’t blow bout you
real shooter bring the hoe out you
hollow tips knock the hoe out you
i can go anywhere with my pistol
n-gga don’t play with me like it’s an issue
30 for standin’ no choice but to hit you
we gettin’ the money sh-t coincidental
we run in your trap put this gun in your dental
make you dig up a grave now it look like it fit you
you tryin’ your hand and get shot in your head
we leave n-ggas dead for that blood money
i’ve been working the block like a mothaf-ckin’ slave
3 p’s last week now the plug love me
we loadin’ and sendin’ them crash dummies
my lil brotha will get on your -ss for me
budda gon’ load up them blacks for me
squadie gon’ leave your -ss smashed for me
shoot your -ss up make you run around
there’s some parts of moco you can’t go around
your big dog got smashed so you know it now
them b-tches was choosin’ they goin’ now
she know ima beat it and leave her
she already know i don’t need her
i’m tryna make my neck like a freezer
pies gettin’ baked like anita
shake gettin’ served to the geekers
n-gga you can take it you can leave it
money got it yours i don’t need it
ima still take it fore you leave it

[hook]

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