Squadied Up - Fresh Coast

Squadied Up - Fresh Coast

  • Year of release: 2017
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:58

Below is the lyrics of the song Squadied Up , artist - Fresh Coast with translation

Lyrics " Squadied Up "

Original text with translation

Squadied Up

Fresh Coast

First off I’m on some bullshit

Nah, Eric Clapton if he got clapped in the passenger of Suge whip

I ain’t got no ghostwriter, flow tight- looser than

Most niggas you know, but it’s still tighter

Three stacks for my mingo

Life like Casino

Dudes will never get the key code

You know me from befo'

Ain’t no forfeit

Po' for that money potion

Number play, hard to focus

Kobe dunkin', I be posted

Yo, on the track, we’re what the pack fears

I write my raps clear on the cracks of black mirrors

Bring that ass here

I think the Feds followin' on the OnStar

And now they questionin' everything like they Nardwuar

Same ole same wit' the Fredo fray I’m statewide

Then overseas on permanent vacation from the lames I

Stay fly, really I’m just write on shit and make my name like stay high

Really I’m just tryin' to mack on chicks and stay cool, AC;

Bayside

Never offers from the T.R.A.P.

makin' sales

No man I don’t even like cocaine, I like the way it smell

R.I.P.

dead folks, my hitters bangin' Caddy gang

Swear I hold the 30 cop bananas no orangatang

Coat so fresh, boulders glazed wit' that Italian dressing

Ferragamo Fendi bitch that’s that Italian dressing

Ain’t No Half Steppin', Big Daddy with the 'cane (Kane)

Trick Daddy with a cane

Been (Ben) Savage I hit Topanga

Yeah my jewels wet got 'em drownin'

Swag drippin', get doused in it

Peasant horses is what I lounge in

Elegant linens got 'em in they feelings

I’m grindin' hard, yeah TruckFit

Grab the clip, aim and spit, make a nigga truck flip

Scurred off in a Cutlass

Wake up, yeah I’m money hungry

My shirt still got the tag on it

I ain’t got time for loungin'

Throw them hands like Chung Lee

Yeah this that praying mantis mixed with a little monkey

Add a little cookies in my fonta smokin' on Jumanji

Low hoodie, cookie in a doobie

Battle rap Tookie they ain’t put me in no movie

You can still get Bodied, fuck ya little bubble gum, average

These rookies get pussy whipped like 21 Savage

That’s a case of mistaken identity

I don’t got time that’s a waste of my energy

Just chasin' my destiny, probably wrote for your favorite celebrity

Super human when the groups together we the new Avengers

Except we’re cooler members, dawg we’re squadied up

The Fresh Coast paved the road they traveled

You can’t hold a candle to a solar panel dawg it’s not enough

But they actin' like they 'bout it

But we got the place surrounded by the thousands dawg we squadied up

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