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fbg bigga - squad eatin lyrics

[intro]
yeah, man, this that ote squad sh+t, shorty
we out here on you f+ck boys, man, our squad eatin’, man
we don’t know what the f+ck you n+ggas doin’, man
get your motherf+ckin’ bands up, shorty
our squad motherf+ckin’ eatin’, shorty
this mothef+ckin’ [?] over there, dad
our squad eatin’, man, you hear me?
we really on top of you n+ggas out here, our squad eatin’, man
you ain’t gettin’ no money, man, our squad eatin’, man
[chorus: fbg bigga]
my squad eatin’ (squad), my squad eatin’ (squad)
you ain’t gettin’ no money (money) ’cause my squad eatin’ (squad)
my squad eatin’, my squad eatin’ (we eatin’)
you ain’t in that field (nah) ’cause my squad heathens

[verse 1: fbg bigga]
my squad eatin’
ridin’ around with them broad heaters (tools)
you ain’t in the field, put your brain on the wheel (he lackin’)
f+ck around catch a n+gga lackin’ in the field (f+ck him)
couple more shots, yeah, we at it for real
man down, man down, got a hole in his grill
beast on the field, so i’m runnin’ with the steel
aim for the head ’cause i’m goin’ for the k!ll (the top)
all my n+ggas shooters, everybody ridin’ (uh+huh)
n+gga, stop flexin’, you ain’t really ’bout that action (boom, boom)
talkin’ ’bout bands, n+gga, catch me in traffic
got your b+tch in the van, it’s crackin’ (thot)
trues on my ass, so you know i’m swaggin’
shout out to the gang, my n+ggas [?] (gang)
yeah, we folks, so you know i’m stackin’ (folks)
yeah, we folks, so you know i’m stackin’ (folks)
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout that bag, they ain’t really flexin’ (nah)
n+ggas say they ’bout that life ’til my team bring the pressure, squad (ote)
[chorus: fbg bigga & fbg duck]
my squad eatin’ (squad), my squad eatin’ (squad)
you ain’t gettin’ no money (money) ’cause my squad eatin’ (squad)
my squad eatin’ (ayy), my squad eatin’ (fbg sh+t)
you ain’t in that field (nah) ’cause my squad heathens (fbg, b+tch)

[verse 2: fbg duck]
man, i hate when goofy n+ggas say they gon’ whack somebody (whoo)
b+tch, i’m always in traffic, still ain’t catch n0body (skrrt, skrrt+skrrt+skrrt, ayy)
money large, got my pockets on extra sloppy (money)
don’t try to play ’cause my gun ‘on catch a body (brrat, whoo)
shout out my shooter, he’ll catch a body (let’s get it)
he don’t give no f+ck, he’ll shoot at everybody (brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, gang)
bullets start flyin’, they gon’ hit everybody (gang)
now it’s body on body on top of extra body (whoo)
if you lookin’ for me, i be where the money at
if you ain’t got my money, cat, i’m shootin’ where your tummy at (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
pull up on his ass like, “where that money at?” (let’s get it)
he tryna conversate, but i ain’t even come for that (no, turn up)
we jumpin’ on his head like a jumping jacks
i don’t he was playin’ football how he was runnin’ back, gang

[chorus: fbg bigga]
my squad eatin’ (squad), my squad eatin’ (squad)
you ain’t gettin’ no money (money) ’cause my squad eatin’ (squad)
my squad eatin’, my squad eatin’ (we eatin’)
you ain’t in that field (nah) ’cause my squad heathens

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