Lil Wayne — Sqad Shit

[Intro: Lil' Wayne] Yo, yeah what up world - SQAD Shit I go by the name of Weezy He go by the name of Nut and He go by the name of Gutta And we- [Verse 1: Peanut Flame] Bitch I'm Sqad for life Hit ya one time, and if you don't die Bitches scarred for life Yall niggas hermaphrodites Better grip ya torch is tight When we park and cut off the lights We'll hold the fight Believe these lil' dawgs'll bite I'm talkin' phsyc' when I'm on or off the mic In the rawest night, you gon' afford the price Call us soft or dark or light Jus because my voice is light The bottom of my arms is bright The chrome is right here, stand right on the site You don't wanna be in that place Wit' ya mom with a sad face While they go and put your ashes in that vase Gimme room, gimme, get back, space Fore I fix it where yo jaw can't git back strait And the streets is too raw, it can't get back safe If a Josh should kiddy on the strength of the weight Look I'm not a white boy, not a new kid on the block Want the white boy holla, the kid on the block, ya know [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah It's that Sqad shit, yeah, yeah That's that that Sqad shit, yeah, yeah That Sqad shit, oh, oh Sqad shit, yeah Sqad shit, yeah This some Sqad shit, holla at cha boy [Verse 2: J.Gutter] It's like a nigga don't get no sleep I'm tryna be the first nigga up so I can murk the streets Sit flock fat rocks, got a bag of trees Fuckin' pigs on my ass, so they taxin' me (J.Gutter) I gives a fuck let them bastards be (J.Gutter) I got a hundred trash bags of weed (J.Gutter) give it the fee and move rapidly (J.Gutter) Supa in the kitchen and he wrappin' ki's I'm on the block, nigga puttin' in work Hustle hard from first to first, but wait it gets worst I gotta get it 'til I'm lyin' in a hearse Dreams to lockdown, souf side of the earth I'ma be Gutta til I'm lyin' in the dirt These niggas askin' if I'm dyin' to a nurse Nigga I'm hustla, I'ma grind 'til it hurts It's Gutta Gutta, bitch [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Yea, I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know, yeah And I love me some ki's, quarters ounces and O's Nah, while this 'bout to bubble, so put it in there fast To take all this crack and go flood the ave Cuttin' back, crums to grams From hand to hand, dubs to grands From the slums to them industry club jams I keep it jumpin', Supa my frontman Because I gotta do this rap shit jus for a front end And if I ever see the day my music bum-bump Back to the block to pump sand Know how to live call me young man And shit I did it for my daddy And understand if you lookin' for pitcture round that nigga in the alley What? Niggas still got it all the time, just find me True hustlers never stops to grind, I'm grindin' When the drought come around some prices go up, my numbers come down Nigga got hovers, got pounds, got bundles Slick with the hustle Weezy leave you with the itch and the uptown shuffle Gimme a plate Come through with that shit that they had back in '88 Balloons of heroine, silver packs are 88 Crazy wait paper straight Lazy eye Mercedes 5 Slow and drive We don't need the cop to pull us over got that blow in inside Man the bitch ain't got no in size 'Cause it stop with the yay from the floor up Come tell Weezy wee you need that yola I got more coke than coca-cola Ima solja holdin down the nola