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4 da squad - babystaydown lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, what these n*ggas on, soulja?)
(ayy, i got—i got lil’ goxan on this motherf*cker, f*ck)
(ceg3all trippin’ on this one)
glrrt*glrrt (yeah)

[chorus]
for the squad, for the squad
i won’t play ’round with no n*gga, pull up, hop out for the squad
m16, drac’ can hit a n*gga, he got scr*ped, they ripped his heat
we got glocks and sticks in the function, n*gga, we the backpack boys
pop up on him, i’m like, “where you goin’, gang?”
fan*ass n*ggas in my face, they like, “what you been on, gang?”
boy, you best get the f*ck back ‘fore i get to blowin’, gang (boop*boop)
n*gga keep talkin’ ’bout pullin’ up, why they never scorin’, gang?

[verse]
hit lil’ brother, pull up, kickdoor
pop out, wish it not be that 10 mil’ glock, that b*tch a missile
i got glock, can’t d*i*e, catch a n*gga, shoot a freethrow
she keep doin’ that yappin’, i’m like, “b*tch, get on your knees though”
n*gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, like why the f*ck he еven need smoke?
pull up to the function, park, gеt out
ten deep, n*gga can’t say i ain’t come outside
n*gga think he won’t get smacked
he doin’ that internet dissin’, get k!lled on live
and we got big caliber glocks, h*ll nah, i won’t do the regular size
hangout with them exotic glocks, but this sh*t here not for fashion
n*gga don’t think he sweet, i’m blastin’
heard that boy got put on fox, n*gga, we forever lastin’
f*ck this b*tch, she gave me drop,lil’ ho did it wrong, a savage
the f*ck? 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 b*tch know i ain’t sh*t, i just wanna f*ck her ’cause her ass fat
that b*tch was lookin’ at him, i bet a n*gga 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 sn*tched it
our squad got bad b*tches in the function, drunk and nasty (glrr, on god, n*gga, we got them big booty b*tches)
all them drunk and nasty (boop*boop*boop*boop, glrrt, yeah)
[chorus]
for the squad, for the squad
i won’t play ’round with no n*gga, pull up, hop out for the squad
m16, drac’ can hit a n*gga, he got scr*ped, they ripped his heat
we got glocks and sticks in the function, n*gga, we the backpack boys
pop up on him, i’m like, “where you goin’, gang?”
fan*ass n*ggas in my face, they like, “what you been on, gang?”
boy, you best get the f*ck back ‘fore i get to blowin’, gang (boop*boop)
n*gga keep talkin’ ’bout pullin’ up, why they never scorin’, gang?

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