Squirlly D - Red Bull

Never ran from a fade But I run it in
Talkin' Bout a few Ms in some rubber Bands
In my lane never trippin' off another man
But send shots if a nigga got another plan
Clean hands if I really drop a couple grand
Have my mans run the plan if it’s on demand
Leave his face in the sand when the pan Blam
Squirlly Bonds up the score with the grand slam
Better kick down the dough like Van Damme
Not coughing up gwap gotta amscram
I remember slow days wit them damn grams
And if I gotta up stick, pray it never jam
Hit the gas twin cam now you on the chase
Unless you spent a Lil' grip you won’t win the race
Rona flow, too sick Better gimmie space
Close range no face it's a closed case
SDZ shining like a sun ray
Hanging out the window of the whip down the one way
You can stop all the cap Bout the gun play
Test Squirll Bet you finna hear the drum spray
Ugh, Uncivil to the Bone
Cold as ice cream cones, I Been in the zone
One of one swear they could never make a clone
Kicked down the door, came and did it on my own
I used to think smaller now I'm grown
Tryna push a Range Rover with the chrome
Eggroll smoke got me higher than a drone
Eighth in the wood to the dome now I'm gone
And I'm Back now, it’s the crack child
Dope flow Deezy, Stone Cold with the smack down
I peep game everybody wanna rap now
But Squirll finna cut em off like a Blackout
Backwoods fat you'll tap out
Used to chop work at the trap house
Most niggas never lived what they rap Bout
Lost homies so I ride wit that strap out

Written by:
DALE WADE, DAVID CROCKETT

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