SQUID GAME Lyrics

You need to back the fuck up, niggas is moving too dumb (Dummy)

Running he like Forrest Gump, Tu had got put in the trunk (Gltaow Gltaow)

You talkin wit negative funds, Get hit wit unlimited drums

Never got hit are you dumb, I promise you niggas my sons

He talk on my name, he get turned to a tattoo

Voice of the streets, Imma need me a statue

Talk from a distance, we coming right at you

Opps in a blunt, yo I bet imma match you

Talk about bro and I swear imma dump it, cops come and I say I know nothing

Astro my brother for him I ain't bluffing, jack kap and I bet imma snuff him

Them niggas dead in my spliff, back out the chop and I bet I won't miss

Empty the clip I just made a new sin, thank god for the day and I'll do it again, like

Get bacc for ya mans he dead, headshot don't aim for the leg (No leg)

She ask why I call her a leg, cuz she not gon stay in my bed (Treesha)

We ruthless, this chop is gon yell like it's stupid (Grahh grahh boom)

You got you a chop but don't use it, I guess it was part of the music

She slob on my dick like she toothless, she a blonde so I guess that she clueless

You a coward I'm moving like Eustace, niggas must've forgot that we do this

Glt da baow, you hear them gun sounds

Fatty was running, his ass got gun downed

I gotta chance, feel I'm Sunny

I ain't a rapper, shoot at dummy

All about Green, punt like a Packer

Shordy an opp, Mani gon smack her

Dropping the opp, aim at a stacker

Don't run up on me, I ain't a rapper

I ain't a regular trapper, I'm a trapping fanatic

Touch one of mines, be ready for static

Don't get shocked, just look at my patek

Swear that one day, Imma ball like a Laker

Talk on the demon, take you to ya maker

Bullet they burn, and they hot like Jamaica

Twenty-four on ya head, feel like a Pacer

You need to back the fuck up, niggas is moving too dumb (Dummy)

Running he like Forrest Gump, Tu had got put in the trunk (Grahh grahh)

You talkin wit negative funds, Get hit wit unlimited drums

Never got hit are you dumb, I promise you niggas my sons

You need to back the fuck up, niggas is moving too dumb (Dummy)

Running he like Forrest Gump, Tu had got put in the trunk (Grahh grahh)

You talkin wit negative funds, Get hit wit unlimited drums

Never got hit are you dumb, I promise you niggas my sons