Squeak Flair - Iron

I believe in you
Rip my fallen soldiers, we still on getback

Im at the top and im still on get back
Bro he a whipper you know where his wrist at
Junkies keep coming they say we got good crack
Opp niggas scary this glock got no kickback
If you slime forver my slat
Im calling scammy when i need the pack
That nigga a rat now he cant get back
Fuck the subliminals where is you at

This reallive i ont say no cap
This real life i ont do it for rap
That boy aint a shoota he just playin craps
I gotta bad bitch from the back
I wanna (uh,uh) drop top
He aint official he couldnt get the rocks off
Bad lil bitch i hope she get my rocks off
Think that im lacking i ride with the top off

Say you a shoota nigga come and prove it
Dont hang wit yall, yall niggas the losers
The mac so cool but the tech look cooler
He dont want smoke that nigga a hoofa

Call up bo, you know he'll do ya
Call up si, you know he'll do ya
Free the fire, bitch you know he a shoota
Free 30, bitch you know he a shoota

Down south bitch and her head game illiterate
Day i was born they said i was different
Talking that bullshit you know i hear the shit
Five years old i lost all my innocence
Morals and principles you do not understand
100 shots 'll make that boy do the running man
He in the trap with no plan
We giving smoke hand to hand

Cat in the hat these niggas just rhyming
You aint a shoota nigga why is you lying
Get the drop on a opp and you know that im sliding
Hop out the van and he say we surprised him
Lion hearted i am catch a nigga down bad (glaa) gahdamn

I aint wanna do it but bro said get em
Im really a slime you can taste my venom
I wont leave without it that shit tucked in my denim
I cried when Gu died i aint cry when i was sentenced
Kill a fuck nigga, get the fuck out my mentions
Im in the trap i dont need no pensions
You hang with a nigga that dont raise his kids, what make you think that he gon stand on his ten
You hang with them niggas thats scared of them guns, what makes you think they gon spin that bin

Say squeak aint the realest, you lying
Feel like a caveman with this fire
These niggas is bitches just look in they eyes
Dont be surprised by all the disguise

Hey Duś thats my slime
Shout out to neek, he aint drop no dime
Bitch ima stepper, i cross that line
You know how i talk and i speak with my iron

Written by:
Percy Tolson

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