hisoka - squillo lyrics
[intro: smokingskul]
n*gga, show me what you ’bout
automatics, f*ck a semi
b*tch, i’m bare arms, viktor bout
these n*ggas clique up for clout
this dog eye a snout
b*tch, f*ck school, i ain’t going that route
i got two bands in a goyard pouch
lil’ n*gga ain’t see two bands
i got ar for her new mans
ak pistol make him do dance
like a [?], bare arms with two hands
(d*d*dj banned)
()
[chorus: squillo]
outside, n*gga, with that gun
i’m spinning on opp blocks, make ’em run
just check the score, n*gga, always first, n*gga, always one
[?], n*gga, for a ton
he talk on the gang, n*gga, leave him done
you ain’t ’bout that [?]
yeah, the opp b*tch suckin’ d*ck, grab her by the bun
me, smoke blueprint, n*gga, y’all the sons
when i walk through that sh*t, n*gga, i’ma turn it up
that’s a opp crib, finna burn it up
f*ck the other side, we ain’t heard of them
i been on this dark sh*t, steady warning ’em
this year, n*gga, yeah, i’m going up
next year, n*gga, yeah, we blowing up
[verse: smokingskul]
slide with bungee gum like hisoka
sippin’ on quagen, not no mocha
what? ran it up in the [loafer?]
ran it up in the coupe
chop got a glitch, n*gga, like a dupe
me and squillo smoking goop
i’m in that tub, n*gga, like whitney
you will get traded like brittney
i got that spoon, n*gga, like i’m demi
i got that garcon in that hemi
what? walter white with that chemmy
n*gga, show me what you ’bout
automatics, f*ck a semi
b*tch, i’m bare arms, viktor bout
these n*ggas clique up for clout
this dog eye a snout
b*tch, f*ck school, i ain’t going that route
i got two bands in a goyard pouch
lil’ n*gga ain’t see two bands
i got ar for her new mans
ak pistol make him do dance
like a [?], bare arms with two hands (what? gang)
[chorus: squillo]
outside, n*gga, with that gun
i’m spinning on opp blocks, make ’em run
just check the score, n*gga, always first, n*gga, always one
[?], n*gga, for a ton
he talk on the gang, n*gga, leave him done
you ain’t ’bout that [?]
yeah, the opp b*tch suckin’ d*ck, grab her by the bun
me, smoke blueprint, n*gga, y’all the sons
when i walk through that sh*t, n*gga, i’ma turn it up
that’s a opp crib, finna burn it up
f*ck the other side, we ain’t heard of them
i been on this dark sh*t, steady warning ’em
this year, n*gga, yeah, i’m going up
next year, n*gga, yeah, we blowing up
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