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super famous fun time guys - squad up lyrics

[verse 1: whipstick]
we in the squad, underground that’s always getting props
l!cking shots, middle finger everybody, f+ck the opps
you cracked the buzz hole, you opened up pandora’s box
wh0res with c+cks with us suck as much as you do (kick some rocks!)
look, you’re f+cking b+tch+made swimming in a fish tank full of sharks
hook your breathing apparatus up to my ass breathing farts
you seen the cards? we laid ’em on the table
bruh, long live evil smack yo b+tch ass on the regular
we packed the flavor, we bringing it back
we taking the faces of rap and we raping ’em (facts!)
we can hang you from the ceiling, leave you dead on yo back
we swingin’ so f+ckin’ heavy that we breaking a bat
we breakin’ geneva conventions with our verbal mustard gas
something has got to break like yo dad’s f+ckin’ face
throw a pass for the fact that you’re not coming back or the fact that the squad burns the track that’s a wrap

[chorus: mr 8 legz]
when we squad up the whole crew down
it’s a slaughter you better move now
time to talk’s up this is the new sound
(hey it’s just what we do here in the underground bruh)
when we squad up the whole crew down
it’s a slaughter you better move now
time to talk’s up this is the new sound
(hey it’s just what we do in the underground b+tch)
[verse 2: mr 8 legz]
’cause there ain’t nothing you can tell me
peep the bad cover b+tch boy, it says lle
bet you relate to the l’s since you catch ’em so well see
if you break it down, know it really says that h+ll helps me
so let’s put you through it, guarantee it’s therapeutic
check an ego, they go back to being wack embarrassed losers
a loud mouthed tunas attacked by a pack of barracudas
stompin’ on they heads like i was wearing a pair of goombas
your motherf+ckin’ set off better talk to your man’s
drop kick and take your head off get it launched in the stands
tossed around like a beach ball, being fondled by fans
that’s the one time you’ll be felt, i’ll take my thanks in advance
b+tch turn up your speakers, yo, you’re in for a treat
hear, hear, have some sneakers, kinda rough but they clean
i got you concrete adidas, go wear ’em out on the sea
drop a couple hundred meters and wave to the submarine
it’s white sh+t!

[chorus: mr 8 legz]
when we squad up the whole crew down
it’s a slaughter you better move now
time to talk’s up this is the new sound
(hey it’s just what we do here in the underground bruh)
when we squad up the whole crew down
it’s a slaughter you better move now
time to talk’s up this is the new sound
(hey it’s just what we do here in the underground b+tch)
[verse 3: blaze ya dead homie]
my squad’s so hot and wild, wanted rough shot
with a chainsaw and a go+kart on the boulevard
chopped body i got from on the norm
got ’em watching and learning and they’ll murder poor
get ’em slipping and they on bud, riding through the hood
l!ckin’ off shots f+ckin’ with the squad wish they would
underground what they called it
addicted like alcoholics
my style be the zone and they hop all aboard it
yes sir, get it naughty like a payday on a delay
catch me busting shots away with the ak
baddest thing to say jaws hanging by a nerve
like a b00b to your neck, put your mouth on the curb b+tch
sell that tape, they get insane on that lane
all in or ball up homie ain’t no in between
and i’ll tip toe in a line you gettin’ tagged up
gonna call and i’ll tell ’em “bring the plastic bags bruh”

- super famous fun time guys lyrics

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