NOT AT ALL

Damn
Nigga
Sqvad Gang in this bitch, nigga

Wait on a whoa
Wait on a whoa
Wait 'til whoa
Bank, bankroll
Rock 'til it go
Bang, bang bow
Man, man roll
Wait flow

Last it
Finna get it to the bank and ask them
Wait Hollywood, man we ask them
Blast them
Blah, blah
Then we ashed them
Cash money

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fake shit
Spaceship
On another fucking base shit
Yeah, I'm crazy
Yeah, I've been that since a baby
Huh, lately
Why you wanna be old day shit?
Oh-oh, that's today's shit

Well, that's tomorrow, come back in the hood
Back in the knack
Hotter than that
I'm singing like Glady's Knight
More money would be nice
She wanna get vice
She wanna get caught like a kite
Running from mice
Hidе in the night
I don't want Telly
You cannot sell it
Part of thе allele
I get you pregnant
I nut on ya belly

She said I'm the bae
I'm loving her face
I'm fucking the two parts in
Hotter than me
Sweet like my drinks
Sleeping my dreams
Wake up my dreams
Hotter than freaks
Running on feet
She always on fleek
All on her wrist
Balling like this
Hard to resist
All in the mad
I'm popping the smash
All in your gash

Hi enemy
Hi to the money
Hotter than grease
Hotter than fires
Hiding behind
You cannot tell my goons outside
All in your eyes
Man and they dip
Handle to grip
Shying but bashful
I wanna battle
Got in your grammar
Got it united
Stay with my masters
Stay in disasters
Hotter than fam'
Say I'ma ghost bitch, I'ma Casper
Pockets be fatter
You cannot grab them
You cannot grovel all on the gravel
You cannot battle
You cannot loan me
You cannot hold me
You cannot owe me
I don't want spill
I don't want kill
I just wanna block all these niggas like Shaquille O'Neal
Blat
Blat

Higher, this motherfuckin' bothers they good
I was in the back and the wishes on their hood
You cannot tell that my shit wasn't good
Hop on the wood, hop on the wood
Taking his chick
I'm lacking like this
You cannot hide, my niggas don't miss
I'm calling her a bitch, won't miss the kiss
I've been hitting it like this, like this
I hate, I'ma alone
Hiding my phone
Passing that shit like I'm Karl Malone
Bank like a loan
See you at home
Bitches alone
They calling my phone
Bitches disease
Coughing to me
COVID-19
The money was leaned
I'm loving her ding
I'm shining like bling
I'm the mafia king
That's being g
I'm on the prince, that's being me
I'm on the rockstar at heart
You don't even know I ripped it apart
Short my money like Kevin Hart
Money at start
That was the start
One of your Glocks
Pop up the marks
Take up the sparks
Yeah, we got the green
Never gon' stop
Never gon' stop
Bodies to drop
Always on top
Never gon' flop
Call up the SWAT
Run up the block
Making it all
They don't wanna fall
Not even at all
You cannot fall
Nothin' at all
Nigga can't fall
Not at all
We cannot fall
Not at all
Sqvad Gang, nigga we cannot fall
Not at all
Nothin' at all
Pop up them niggas, we hit up the jaws
Yeah, I don't know
Yeah, I don't roll
Yeah, yeah, not at all
What?
Not at all
Sqvad Gang, boy, yeah-yeah-ah