Squad

[Intro: MobSquad Nard]
Squad shit... Squad shit ima squad nigga

[Verse 1: MobSquad Nard]
I say straight up, a gutta ass nigga from by da stop sign
Heart of a lion lost my mind wit dat Glock nine
Head shots head shots my killas slugged up wit dreadlocks
And dey put yo dawg up in dat breadbox
U know how it came round
Silent when dem lames round
Solid i got up n went n got it when it came down
I wish my dawg could see me we'll be swervin' inna line
Just might pop up on yo tv still be servin' niggas dimes
From da squad nigga wit some heart nigga wit a rod
Me n shard dickin' down yo broad hit her wit da rod
Oh my God dis lil nigga hard, please dont get him started
Cuz we gone bend dun, he gone ben dun squeezed up in dis party
Im plugged wit da bail bondsman
Im jail dodging
On drugs in my cell lodgin'
Got mail collage
When dey let me out dis county I'm gon bring dem bitches pain
Pocket full of cash smashin' on dem lames
All my niggas holla fuck da police let my click clock dat cash
U don't bring no peace you'd be a bitch without dat badge
Y'all bussed down my whip ain't found shit y'all dat mad
Wanna question me 'bout coleone and how he gettin' all dat cash
Suck a dick n do ya job hoe
Itz Nard from da squad
I'll do a L foe I rat it's hard but dats on God bro
I'm back up in dis bitch i brung dat choppa for dat slide
My first lick was in girbauds wn me n bro got certified on dat

[Chorus: MobSquad Nard]
Squad shit Squad shit ima a squad nigga x4

[Verse 2: MobSquad Nard]
I was taking dope when shawty low was stressing dun dun
Parkin lot of magic city you know where i come from
Me n frank p in dat r350 on a dunns run
Ask'em bout da squad in Virginia we keep dem gun drums
2 pistols a piece wit my shooter dats how we rockin' ni
Can't pay me to slip in my city nigga we poppin' now
Money over bitches my hittas get dem
Deposits
And dey keep dis shit so solid dey ain't coppin' out
I'm hoppin' outta beamer fresh as Stanley Steamer
Servin' a subpoena
Never nervous lawyer handy he done
Whipped my shit for freedom
I was thuggin' wit lil tee dem
He done popped me off a bean
And we done ran it on yo dawg BM
N her friend for free
Ace gone be there if its ugly he gone coach me every time
Momma let me know she loved me when she wrote me every time
Dread solid as dat granite he gone joxe me every time
Bitch I'm Courtney MCM n she gone post me every time
Catch me signin' in my Soulja blowin douja by the pound n we so tight dat i can read my niggas minds
I got dis choppa and dat 9 me n Rickia ridin' know we gone keep dat iron
Dis ain't Nino n Keisha we gone keep silent rockabye ya
Im on my fire in my city tell a hater hate me ni
Forty wit no safety just don't make me try to play me ni
I gotta take ya, we show too much love to dem haters in dat crabpot
Winning u can't break us in dat crab pot my nigga dis dat squad shit

[Verse 3: MobSquad Nard]
Squad niggas in da building, flyin' 'til a bitch kill me
Certified
Real life whole squad navy seal team sealmen
In dat water since a lil one pocket rocket in da tenth grade
Buckin' consequences gettin' paid
Shootin' 20 20 where da killas play
Thuggin' druggin' been a wild nigga its a lotta wild niggas in da grave
Shell shocked since a child when i seen another child buss a nigga fade
Me n scoobie on some squad shit done flipped alotta bitches at a tender age
Coulda snuck a pistol in da prison farm on dem visit days Ima renegade
Im on da interstate wit dat ahh hii and dem country niggas finna pay
Mob Boss up n runnin' when i jump da hump and put em on da center stage
Y'all fuck back page hoes i been stampin' shit look like da center page
Y'all cuff i raise hoes I'm in da camp da bitches tryna gimme play
Im like a hot topic on Sports Center shooters wit me like da n b a
Snap Sosa in da range rover nigga game over when ya hear dem kays
I got Big stacks on deck put 'em on ya tot teach ya not to kid or play
Big macks on deck pull up on ya block screechin' like I'm in a race
Nigga trap all day any day even business day leave rat niggas in da race me n Yella mola rollin' rentals choppaz all in ya face
Dey hollin' slow it down but I'm sacked up
What da fuck done got into a nigga ace
Plug talk but I'm racked up
Pops on my phone in my business place
Went from spendin' bendz n zo liftin' kays
To knots lookin' like dem bitches liftin' weight
I know Mob Boss smiling on da team all in da grave
U see I brung dem racks up in dis bitch dat baby choppa on my side
Know if buddy try to play me Ima cook'em wit dat fye