Squiidape (feat. Montae Hardbody) Video (MV)

Aight, it's Xtreme Xproduction
F*ck em, and I mean that
Four nem off the seven, tap yo head, it's like a durag
We left buddy head on the curve, call it a get back

Quit bragging on that bitch, you see I already hit that
Tell em pussies come outside, we set it up for rock and Traey
We took two from each set, all em got hit up in they face
And that old ass nigga, yeah, he got did the worst

Tried to troll me on the net, we just gon' pop outside and purge
I can't hear what you sayin', lil' boy, your pockets f*ckin' flat
Try to reach for my chain, I bet I leave you on your neck
Gettin' older, give a f*ck, I'm still gang bangin' with the shorties

We'll lay yo ass down, whether you 20 or you 40
If you want me, come and get me, better bring a army with you
Got some shit that kick so fast, that bitch be singin' like SZA
Got a house full of pounds, I call this weed here sexy red

My DM full of bitches, I just leave they ass on red
Hit they block from all ways, ooh, we got his ass together
Try to run, but we couldn't, man, we drenched his ass forever
We get wild in a Trenches risky, take your f*ckin' face

Free streets, that's my dawg, I hold bros, he beat the case
Free my crowd, free everyone, the man free lil', so watch that sale
Them 12s got me blocked, so I can't see my bros in jail
If we don't know him, then we strip him from his shoes to his clothes

All that argin' on the net, man, y'all sound like some hoes
When he jumped off the porch
that was his expiration date
Pronounce that boy, it's D-O-A, and check that post on Squiidape
In the studio recordin', I got about 25 on me

One thing that I hate, that's when a nigga laugh at me
Ayy, niggas burnt out, we done turnt up, we put niggas in the sky
Niggas playin', they got f*cked up, now they heard him screamin', why
Free T, baby, and free dayski, free the seven, niggas hoes

Ayy, we put leather belt to the opps, and have them runnin' what they pole
Ayy, we chase niggas like they goals, but if he run, don't hit the floor
Ayy, they switch blocks, and we put switch on blocks, and ain't no duckin' those
The killer really turnt the cop, he too tough, but he told

Ayy, if you know me, I don't talk a lot, but I bet all I blow
Tried to go live on the six, all they heard was blow, blow
Ain't even blow a gun, it herd that switch, them niggas got ghost
He dissin' Don, we put him in his mix, his momma screamin' nooo

This shit ain't fun, this street shit ain't for kids, somebody shoulda told him
Ayy, ayy, we push up quick, he couldn't blow back
Now we get busy, niggas know that
Now we don't send no threats on internet, we hit they blocks and show that

We done did them niggas so bad, niggas flogging were is low at
Crazy, we hit niggas in they head, but they still get a toe tag