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Squad Deep
44
Hip-Hop/Rap
Squad Deep was released on January 19, 2018 by Deadeye Enterprises as a part of the album Pages from the Pavement
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Release DateJanuary 19, 2018
LabelDeadeye Enterprises
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

Lyrics

Uh
St.
It's a brand name
Uh
We the St. familia, get familiar
We from murder mass, so millions, throw your millis up
You the type to stab a back and then try to dap
When I pass her the maximum, I'm catching her catch an ass whoppin'
Catch a Timberland boot face, salute
Gotta replace your tooth when you face the troops
We the grimiest grimies, comin' straight outta' the nineties
The P-nineties, the no ivies and cold heinies, so try me
Ever seen a blade come out and go in a body?
Hit a artery, blood squirtin' retardardly
How many times I gotta tell you that me and the fellas'
Are rollin' with spit, like the old rockafella'?
Go hit the radio up and break the microphone
Bodies droppin', shit poppin' 'cause we don't fight alone
Fuck the world that says 'T' 'til the casket drop
Catch me in a cheque, cash your spot
Yeah, today's agenda, dodge a new case, **** remember
The blackest out, I'm the new face, the new gang member
You know that bullshit they talk when you on the grime
Them undercover, hatin' **** don't want you to shine
The truth is you know it's nice how I do this
Play the trap hard, got them sniffin' off the boyard-is
We livin' that shit I did when I was a kid
I'ma put this work in 'til I got my crib
Drop fifty on the range ****, park my bitch
And when you ain't gon' miss it, hope you seem my rims
Neighbours hear that bass jumpin' when I'm pullin' in
Baby mamma keep callin', I keep hittin' in
Young **** livin' life like I'm born to win
I don't see tomorrow, all I see is ball
Told my loved ones, I'll be back for 'em
Took out my fuckin' block when I'm black for 'em
Yo, they be like
Yo Hec', you up next with that killer shit
Mack tens and tech nines, with gorilla clicks
We multiply and subtract y'all, arithmetic
I go hard and push bass like a deal and kick
Firearm ligaments, business illegitimate
Little make grey rappers soundin' insignificant
Smell like more pussy than a pimpin' polygymist
Watch me go and clippin' it, burnin' like syphilis
Funny ass **** like to act mad ticklish
Smart ass cats try to act articulate
I'm changing lanes and the speed start shiftin' it
Verbal cocaine so the streets start sniffin' it
I treat scripts like bricks when I'm flippin' it
And treat Yak like water when I'm sippin' it
And treat the burner like a bitch when I'm whippin' it
I make it quiet on the set when i'm hittin' it
Most **** fraudulent, bullshit artists'
Fake to the mealbone, half-assed cartilage
God just give me strength to accept the half stepped
Know now what they do, I'ma rap back
Back up, hookah, yes, y'all, I got to
Star War, R-2, D-2
Talk **** equal the Bronxelino
Pardon the squad lingo
You a puta in any language, bilingual
Bob and weave through your speech, but you speak see-through
Casper ghost friendly, rap the most M-B
Slap the whole enies, **** the fuck out 'em
Beat the Miley Cyrus outta these liars
I'm a true supplier, bootfire
Starter type of author you should be thankful
You finally found your father, faggot
Bastard child, let's rap this style
Wild like the Puerto Ricans, pledge allegiance, now
I'm sleep walkin', the heat talkin' when I arrive
So be cautious, I leave off and say bye-bye
My swag riffic, I bag bitches, my mack vicious
You wack with it, so snack bitches and act vivid
You ain't a rider, more of a provider
Feed them bitches what they want or keep them on a diet
I give em' lick and leave, you wanna spend a week
Halloween **** always lookin' for a trick to treat
My **** gettin' Gs, cuttin' coke, fix the fiends
Suckin' phones, suckin' d's, tryna go with Mr. Clean
Y'all got nuttin' on me, **** fuckin' phony
Claimin' that they're thuggin' but they're runnin' when I touch the chromy
You **** ridin', you make me sick
My goonies ride out, you bitches ridin' dick
You fuckin' with a hood hustle St. vet
Get laid out homie, St. wrecks
They love how I do it so effortless, your man flex
That's why I'm next to get them cheques
But these bullshit records got your man vexed
'Cuz y'all **** rock leather and spandex
Piece of shit, no good ****
Can't fire a bitch, I throw wood in her
Wanna get it poppin' with Easy, homie
I keep a burner, but I ain't copyin' CDs
Patrol the block, neighbourhood watch
Bet ya bitch ass pro'bly make a good cop
They say I rap well, I'm makin' a statement
The sameish I'm makin' are placed in the stations
I guess to tell is a new trend
Like let me cop a pair of Jordans and tell on a few friends
Y'all gon' make ya dude lose it
If I see you die a slow death, I Youtube it
Yeah
I got music in my veins, and rappin's a fix
So any chance that I get to spit, I abuse it
I'm oh so ruthless, kick like a muler, Bruce Lee on some Bruce shit
Knock the teeth out of your mouth, let you chew it
I'm like 2Pac with two shots of steroids
On some choose shit, you will walk a coma and do switch
See fat ****, when I clap at ya, I'm flattin' ****, back to class
You still ain't gonna do shit
So it's useless, I'm like a rapper's short fuse
But a short fuse, mixed with a new bitch with a dick big
Is 4 pool sticks, don't get your ego bruised quick
Leavin' **** rap careers on some black and blue shit
Never backin' out, when I'm blackin' out right
You gon' be the next victim in the Pakiyow fight
I'm amazin' with the skill and I stay motivated
Got a flow for you overrated **** so go on hate it
I'm the last guy you want it with rapwise
As far as the streets should know speakin' we bad guys
It's some' that you gotta know, and I got a lot of flow
Labels sign me and they be sittin' on a pot of gold
Sabado noche, I be feelin' toasty
With my brother Jose, fuck what all these hoes say
Notice that your new shit ain't fuckin' with my old tape
When they yellin' 'Hey ho' I be yellin' 'Ho Hey'
Yeah I got my own thing, mix it with a bump thang
I'ma keep bodyin' everybody till my phone rang
It's superstar yeah, need a new deal yeah
But fuck your best offer I'ma need a cool meal
And I keep it too real, as long as my brew filled
And my cig is liftin' I'm rippin' shit with some true skill
Shit I got a cool women too and they don't play games
I been super since I was a youth and that shit ain't changed
Written by: Daniel Carrillo, Ea$y Money, Ghetto, Hectic, Snuk
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