squillo - hacker lyrics
[verse 1: squillo & wildkarduno]
most these n+ggas talkin’ on the f+ckin’ ‘net, n+gga never sent me the drop
if i’m slidin’ with uno, yeah, we got real guns, not no muh’f+ckin’ props
just ask when we was there, n+ggas sent the last opp and got sent to the top
why these n+ggas tryna act like they hard but be a son of a pastor?
n+ggas ain’t finna spin, i got a g19, n+gga, not a lacker
put in all the pain, n+gga, in the stu’, nig’, i can never be a slacker
i’m certified trapper, n+gga, in these streets, i chase the cheese like a packer
takе over this sh+t, n+gga, like a hacker
i spot mе a opp b+tch, i’ma smack her
how you talkin’ sh+t without a factor?
i’m keepin’ them guns, n+gga, like a cracker
i’m never lackin’, i stay loaded
keep one in the head, n+gga, when i’m totin’
these n+ggas p+ssy, they demotin’
if you from that side, n+gga, then i’m hoein’
if i catch me them n+ggas, send em’ to the gates
ain’t no sorry, b+tch, it’s too late
and i f+ck with my five’s, yeah, i’m droppin’ rakes
know these n+ggas hate me just like tate
they don’t get no p+ssy so they go and rape
i just got me some p+ssy while i hit the vape
me and these n+ggas not the same
when i put on that mask, yeah, i turn to pain
it ain’t my fault, n+gga, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout (it ain’t my fault, n+gga, on goddd)
i know why they mad, n+gga, they ain’t got no clout (on god)
all they do is ball they fist and they f+ckin’ pout (yeah, yuh…)
how you n+ggas tryna fit in with no f+ckin’ clout? (yeah, on five, b+tch)
[verse 2: wildkarduno]
yeah, you say you want smoke, n+gga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
glock on me, we can walk it out
that n+gga got k!lled, gotta chalk it out
you not a street n+gga, take a different route
n+gga, i was down bad for the p’s
glock 22 shoot like 22gz
that b+tch on my d+ck, why you gotta f+ckin’ tease?
i’m in the beehive, n+gga, with them f+ckin’ bee’s
b+tch, i call squillo just hit out the lexusssss
stop, n+gga wouldn’t on sh+t in texas
glock on me, n+gga, who you testin’?
drop, everyday, no f+ckin’ restin’
glock, gon’ slide with the smith & wesson
we gon’ slide on yo’ block, n+gga, hope you learned yo’ lesson
and them n+ggas ain’t on sh+t, n+gga, who the f+ck you pressin’?
[verse 3: smokingskul & wildkarduno]
call squillo with the tooly’ (f+ck n+gga, yeah)
need the drugs then i’m callin’ up booly (yeah)
rob a n+gga, take him for his tooly
what? these n+ggas g+y, call ’em rudy
b+tch, i’ma crash, call me mikey
i need the drop, pull his ip
chop got a beam, me likey’
i keep a k, feel like saiki
what? you will get jugged, n+gga, for yo’ beattttt
you need to stick to the field, n+gga, like a cleat
i feel like eddie, b+tch, i like her cheap
n+gga ass, n+gga, you is not unique
heard that he duckinnnnn’, then we shoot his beak
these n+ggas do anything, call ’em meek
what? take over yo’ hood, n+gga, like a hackerrrrr
i feel like cos, b+tch, ’cause i keep a daggerrrrr
how you a trap n+gga but you was a packerrrrr?????
i do not want the b+tch, i already had herrrrr
b+tch, i scarpe the bowl like a creep+attackerrrrr
feel like lebron, b+tch, i’ma cook a rapperrrrr
don’t put the cam’ on me, b+tch, i’m not a actorrrrr
i’m in the studio, tryna catch a rapperrrrr
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