Letra de Squeeze On Em - Pooh Shiesty

(Feat. 42 Dugg)

Free them boys

Big Blrrrd

Please don't get me tempted, I'm in Mem' for all my cook supplies

Tens throw off your life, call up my— and get you cooked for nine

Ten been kinda weak this past three, I had to mix it up

Fifteen and two bad, call up the guys, they come to pick you up

Murder him, call my youngin Pooh, know he with 30 'nem

Brrt, brrt, that's the only sound the chopper make

Old-school woody still work goody, bitch thought it was out-to-date

Got the Drac', niggas ain't talkin' crazy, bitch, but I'm prepared

350 online, not from mine, I'm still the type to go pop a Xan'

Drop his mans, up on fans, yeah, we with all the bullshit (Watch that nigga)

We sound like T ridin' with a full clip

Lam' truck, Ram truck, my youngins ready to blam somethin'

This thirty not made by Glock, I hope this bitch don't jam

In the hood with all this cheese on me (On one, bitch)

See a fuck nigga, I might squeeze on him (Squeeze on him)

OT, I don't think mean somethin' (Mean somethin', yeah)

Everybody got a chopper now

Ayy, all these niggas my imposters now

More comfortable when robbers 'round

Suppressor on my MAC, when he got whacked, this shit ain't make a sound

I been ducked off in the D for 'bout a week, flew out to knock somethin' down

Fully automatics, hear that, "Blrrrd," you know that shit was us

Two hundred thousand on me now, still quick to pick my ski mask up

Got rich as fuck, I switched it up, now it's hits out the Bentley truck

42 Shiesty out the Drac', I sent that on a Sprint' to Dugg (Blrrrd), all off the love

Bangin' CGE for life, that's somethin' you can't put nothin' above

No nigga with me ain't gettin' searched, yeah, Glock in the club

Love performin' with this glizzy pokin', you know I don't give a fuck

Man, I can't believe he stuck around twenty years just to give us up

He closed case, I think about money and murder all day

How a young nigga thirteen ridin' Ray, still got they baby face?

Serve you Wock', you better not play, I'ma rob you if your shit fake

Palm Angel, white Forces, Ruger-5.7 tucked

Take me back to stretchin' days, I got that feeling like I struck

Just know that ho was cap as hell if she wasn't bad and thick as fuck

Ain't no more slidin' for my lil' nigga, his dumb ass wasn't maskin' up, blrrrd

Yeah, his dumb ass wasn't even maskin' up, blrrrd

Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, blrrrd

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