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Attila - G-Squad Lyrics




Take it back, the shit you say is whack.
You're never coming back, you can't f*ck with the G-Squad!
I stay strapped like it's the men in black.
I got receipts for that, OG Rap Rockstar.

Runnin round the town with 4 racks in my pocket.
Bout to whyle out pussy bitches can't stop it.
F*ck the police, bitch! ACAB reppin.
Bumpin Eazy-E turn the volume to eleven.
Runnin and runnin and runnin, you can't stop the heat, bitch. My flow is an oven!
F*ck with squad and you know we go off,
no one parties like us bitch you can't even touch it!

Hop in the G-Wagon, bitch!
You know the deal. Yeah, we runnin this shit.
Came up from nothin and we never quit.
F*ck with the G-Squad you know it's legit!

G-Squad, bitch! Let's go!

Goon squad rippin, haters trippin. We don't give a f*ck about your problems, bitch.
We never listen. Living like we're Pablo, arigato for the power and the fame.
I could never relate to the peasants, we are not the f*cking same.

Rippin up your city then they take me to the tiddy bar.
Take another shot and throw a brick into a cop car.
F*ck the guidelines bitch we go crazy.
Pop another xan cuz I gotta stay wavy.

Frontin and frontin and frontin you talk all this shit like you really do somethin.
We keep it real then we secure the deal,
and we spit in your face and you know that you love it.
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Take it back, the shit you say is whack.
You're never coming back, you can't f*ck with the G-Squad!
I stay strapped like it's the men in black.
I got receipts for that, OG Rap Rockstar.

Runnin round the town with 4 racks in my pocket.
Bout to whyle out pussy bitches can't stop it.
F*ck the police, bitch! ACAB reppin.
Bumpin Eazy-E turn the volume to eleven.
Runnin and runnin and runnin, you can't stop the heat, bitch. My flow is an oven!
F*ck with squad and you know we go off,
no one parties like us bitch you can't even touch it!

Hop in the G-Wagon, bitch!
You know the deal. Yeah, we runnin this shit.
Came up from nothin and we never quit.
F*ck with the G-Squad you know it's legit!

G-Squad, bitch! Let's go!

Goon squad rippin, haters trippin. We don't give a f*ck about your problems, bitch.
We never listen. Living like we're Pablo, arigato for the power and the fame.
I could never relate to the peasants, we are not the f*cking same.

Rippin up your city then they take me to the tiddy bar.
Take another shot and throw a brick into a cop car.
F*ck the guidelines bitch we go crazy.
Pop another xan cuz I gotta stay wavy.

Frontin and frontin and frontin you talk all this shit like you really do somethin.
We keep it real then we secure the deal,
and we spit in your face and you know that you love it.
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Writer: Andrew Wade, Christopher Fronzak, Christopher Linck, Kalan Blehm, William Pokriots
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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