Lyrics Revenge - Squeezy

(Ah, Ah)
(JTF)
(Squeezy)

Blow from the pipe, when we air it out, holes like a flute
Bro takin' his life, hide the body we mute
Squeezy he snipe at the opps when they shoot
They ain't gettin no passes we slidin' right through
Bombs in his trap, finna blow out the roof
We takin his sack and his chains all his loot
We sweeping the room and we won't leave no proof
My demons they savage, they ready to move

Like what bitch (What bitch)
Air out the function (Function)
You know how we comin' (Comin')
Drums get to dumpin' (Dumpin')

Like huh hoe (Huh)
We make you duck low (Duck low)
Froze up he stuck woah (Stuck)
You gon' get struck bro (Struck, bow)

Feds lookin' for answers, well bitch I ain't google
I'm keeping these toasters, not talkin no strudel
These rugers be deadly, they hit you real brutal
A beam in his face and it shot out his pupil
Don't care bout opinions, I don't need approval
We take out his brains it's a clueless removal
And JTF pitbulls while y'all be like poodles
So know if you try then we cookin' yo noodles

Nah we ain't scared of ya
My demons at war for this guap not America
Mop the whole room like janitor
Robbed all the opps, now I might inherit a
Beamer and move out to Canada
I'm with my minions got clips like bananas
We all masked up in this shit with bandanas
Chasin a bag not a bitch, then I'm gonna ghost 'em all like Danny Phantom
Black and white dressed like a panda
Feel like Designer, codeine with my fanta
All the opps goofy they randoms
Know when we catch 'em might hold 'em for ransom
They momma gon' throw a whole tantrum
Choppa gon' sing like it know the whole anthem
My whole life I'm feelin' abandoned
Rollin round town with the glock I'm a bandit

Everything earned, never handed
Bullets so big you would think it's a cannon
Tryna get up in a mansion
Never told lies I have always been candid
We take over blocks like expansion
Houston blast off but we never landin'
I can't take nothin' for granted
Cuz I can't forget all the days I was stranded

Blow from the pipe, when we air it out, holes like a flute
Bro takin' his life, hide the body we mute
Squeezy he snipe at the opps when they shoot
They ain't gettin no passes we slidin right through
Bombs in his trap, finna blow out the roof
We takin his sack and his chains all his loot
We sweeping the room and we won't leave no proof
My demons they savage, they ready to move

Like what bitch (What bitch)
Air out the function (Function)
You know how we comin' (Comin')
Drums get to dumpin' (Dumpin')

Like huh hoe (Huh)
We make you duck low (Duck low)
Froze up he stuck woah (Stuck)
You gon' get struck bro (Struck, bow)