Square Up

Done the talk, just square up In the yard, just square up And in the dance, just square up Square up, square up In the yard, just square up In the dance, just square up Done the talk, just square up Square up, square up Like, all year 'round, it's Dréya Mac season Affi reason with ya, D Mac drizzler, Dréya Mac leadings In the dance and my song playing, that tune need wheeling Type of tune your gal and her friends are probably feeling Feeling revealing, you're still healing From the madness I dropped on headtops, you're still bleeding And the anger manaman pent up must be feeling But I 'llow them lot 'cause them man, they're conceited Done the talk, just square up In the yard, just square up And in the dance, just square up Square up, square up In the yard, just square up In the dance, just square up Done the talk, just square up Square up, square up I cannot fistfight with a bitch like an aggressor My type look like thick thighs, but she slim, might affi press her Outside, inside, which side? Fuck, we're doing it on the dresser She's not fussed, but I'm just tryna do shit to impress her When we get back from the club Might have to bill up a blunt Might try lotion, say she feel it in her gut Leave her head looking a rut Night time motion, tell me when she 'bout to nut Look in her eyes and she stuck Eyes like ocean, it's a movie in the dark We wrestling while we fuck, fuck Done the talk, just square up In the yard, just square up And in the dance, just square up Square up, square up In the yard, just square up In the dance, just square up Done the talk, just square up Square up, square up Done the talk, just square up In the yard, just square up And in the dance, just square up Square up, square up In the yard, just square up In the dance, just square up Done the talk, just square up Square up, square up