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lirik lagu squabble n’ rap – banditdamack

[verse 1]
n*ggas b*tches choosing cause we poppin now
get up out your feelings and k!ll it with all that talking loud
that boy ain’t active he rappin bout sh*t he not about
ain’t shooting from no seat bounce out on feet, im tryna walk him down (cyoung on the beat)
i ain’t playing bout my chicken where my money b*tch?
jesus is my witness you get flipped for doing funny sh*t
that last skit i can’t even rap about what we did
man down man down it’s a messy murder on 25th

[chorus]
see a opp and get to poppin that’s all for the bag
said he took a trip through 25th but im calling it cap
ain’t earned that cape behind his name i ain’t calling him that
ain’t really sh*t to do up in the pen just squabble n rap
my brother died when we catch those suckers we shooting em
this n*gga just don’t listen mama don’t know what to do with him
remember they were saying f*ck bandit no i ain’t cool wit him
and now they like i know bandit i went to school with him
i be ducking from the police and moving on the low*key cause everybody know me
the first skit i ever did i ain’t get no sleep
same b*tches in my dm’s them b*tches that used to ghost me
ey, suckers they hiding sh*t its bout time
let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a n*gga outlined
i get it cracking on makin im really bout mines
got 30 in a 40 just praying somebody outside
[verse 2]
we see a sucker we gon pop shots
you never hit a opp block you folded when you got caught
the streets is cold i keep a heater when it’s not hot
the suckers want my head just like buddha said im a top vibe
they think them diss finna hurt me
they homies in the dirt deep
lil mama tryna slurp me
you doing sh*t a n*gga did when i was 13
bounce out with a hoodie and do my boogie on 1st street
any n*gga wanna squabble can fight the stick
gave the b*tch a hug and grabbed her ass ion like to kiss
i risk it all up for the benjis my life is his
your homie died sliding for you would you slide for him?
lil bad b*tch she throw good and she fine and sh*t
free tc that on hood b*tch what’s mine is his
it’s all good in the hood every night with crips
got put on to smoke wood he don’t slide for sh*t
its 5 mags and 9 straps better hide the kids
we park up and bounce out ion slide to miss
you go down in the ground where the fighters is
he just cry and don’t slide it’s just life for him
lil freak b*tch she eat d*ck and she nice and thick
if you bad and get cash, you my type of b*tch
and we got switches for lil b*tches who like to snitch
ain’t clutch a pole to fight? you gon lose your life for a flying fish
[chorus]
see a opp and get to poppin that’s all for the bag
said he took a trip through 25th but im calling it cap
ain’t earned that cape behind his name i ain’t calling him that
ain’t really sh*t to do i the pen just squabble n rap
my brother died when we catch those suckers we shooting em
this n*gga just don’t listen mama don’t know what to do with him
remember they were saying f*ck bandit no i ain’t cool wit him
and now they like i know bandit i went to school with him
i be ducking from the police and moving on the low*key cause everybody know me
the first skit i ever did i ain’t get no sleep
same b*tches in my dm’s them b*tches that used to ghost me
ey, suckers they hiding sh*t its bout time
let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a n*gga outlined
i get it cracking on makin im really bout mines
got 30 in a 40 just praying somebody outside

- banditdamack

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