4 Da Squad - Babystaydown: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

4 Da Squad

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Hip-Hop/Rap

4 Da Squad adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Babystaydown tarafından 21 Haziran 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıGenesis

Şarkı Bilgileri

Çıkış Tarihi21 Haziran 2024

FirmaBabystaydown

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM76

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Babystaydown

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Yae

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Babystaydown

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

(Ayy, what these **** on, Soulja?)

(Ayy, I got—I got Lil' Goxan on this motherfucker, fuck)

(Ceg3all trippin' on this one)

Glrrt-glrrt (Yeah)

For the squad, for the squad

I won't play 'round with no ****, pull up, hop out for the squad

M16, Drac' can hit a ****, he got scraped, they ripped his heart

We got Glocks and sticks in the function, ****, we the Backpack Boys

Pop up on him, I'm like, "Where you goin', gang?"

Fan-ass **** in my face, they like, "What you been on, gang?"

Boy, you best get the fuck back 'fore I get to blowin', gang (Boop-boop)

**** keep talkin' 'bout pullin' up, why they never scorin', gang?

Hit lil' brother, pull up, kickdoor

Pop out, wish it not be that 10 mil' Glock, that bitch a missile

I got Glock, can't D-I-E, catch a ****, shoot a freethrow

She keep doin' that yappin', I'm like, "Bitch, get on your knees though"

**** ain't talkin' 'bout shit, like why the fuck he even need smoke?

Pull up to the function, park, get out

Ten deep, **** can't say I ain't come outside

**** think he won't get smacked

He doin' that internet dissin', get killed on live

And we got big caliber Glocks, hell nah, I won't do the regular size

Hangout with them exotic Glocks, but this shit here not for fashion

**** don't think he sweet, I'm blastin'

Heard that boy got put on Fox, ****, we forever lastin'

Fuck this bitch, she gave me drop, lil' ho did it wrong, a savage

The fuck? He really think he like that? Gon' get smacked for all that cappin' (Boop-boop)

Pull up big boy F-150 truck, I couldn't even back-back

This bitch know I ain't shit, I just wanna fuck her 'cause her ass fat

That bitch was lookin' at him, I bet a **** ain't even catch that

Hop out, baby stick, the one with sixty round attachment

I was in some smoke, he ain't need that Glock, so I had snatched it

Bomb squad got bad bitches in the function, drunk and nasty (Glrr, on God, ****, we got them big booty bitches)

All them drunk and nasty (Boop-boop-boop-boop, glrrt, yeah)

For the squad, for the squad

I won't play 'round with no ****, pull up, hop out for the squad

M16, Drac' can hit a ****, he got scraped, they ripped his heart

We got Glocks and sticks in the function, ****, we the Backpack Boys

Pop up on him, I'm like, "Where you goin', gang?"

Fan-ass **** in my face, they like, "What you been on, gang?"

Boy, you best get the fuck back 'fore I get to blowin', gang (Boop-boop)

**** keep talkin' 'bout pullin' up, why they never scorin', gang?

Written by: Yae

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