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Hotboy Wes – Squad Shit Lyrics

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3 months ago

March 6, 2023

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Hotboy Wes – Squad Shit Lyrics

Squad Shit Lyrics By Hotboy Wes

[Intro]
Pray to God every night for my niggas

[Chorus]
Father, watch over my nigga, he a God’s soul (God’s soul)
The way he livin’, he won’t live to see tomorrow (See tomorrow)
Ayy, we don’t fall out over bitches, that’s the squad code (Squad code)
To get my niggas out these trenches, that’s a squad goal (Goal)
Break bread with the same niggas that you starved with (Starved)
Live large with the same niggas that you robbed with (Robbed)
Never change on your dog who you caught your charge with (Charge with)
You come up, you never forget about your apartments
Squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, I’m talkin’ squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, I’m talkin’ squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, say, that’s that squad shit, squad shit, yеah
Squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, I’m talkin’ squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, I’m talkin’ squad shit, squad shit
Nigga, say, that’s that squad shit, squad shit, yeah
[Verse 1]
Granny sick and senile, diagnosеd her with glaucoma
She gon’ have a seizure if she see I got this Glock on me
Boy, I got my block rollin’
Tryna be a yacht owner
Really be in my feelings
‘Cause my mama in the streets and my daddy was off in prison
Fifth grade graduation, my mama never attended
Juvenile detention wishing that I get caught for a visit
But I ain’t never fold up
Other niggas’ mama came, my never showed up
I was raised ’round roaches, dreamin’ ’bout a Rolls-Royce
These niggas just playin’ gangster, we really ain’t have a choice
And she like the way I word it, my verbal makin’ her moist
Lose the laws when I’m swervin’ like a turtle to a horse

[Verse 2]
If we catch an opp slippin’, he gon’ lay there
Fresh up out of prison, my auntie house like an acre
Section 8 apartment, convicted felons couldn’t stay there
So I gotta go fuck on this lil’ ho and try to lay there
I’m out here fully loaded, she fully focused on fake hair
Jumped off the porch at fourteen, my mama told me, “Take care”
My uncle taught me take somethin’, hustle like your stepdaddy
Mama, she a felon too, she on parole for check cashin’
Pistol play’ll turn your block party to a pep rally
They say I got the slums pumpin’
I ain’t had no bond money
Now I got them dumb hundreds
I ain’t gotta pull nothin’
In the trap hangin’ like Plankton in the Chum Bucket