Yeah, stack mac and jelly
I don't care what color flag you flying out here in these streets
All you gotta do is get your people together
When you jump down out of multiple cars
We call that a motorcade, you know?
Squad up
In the corner and you're posted with your crew
You ain't fucking with nobody, shit, nobody, fuck with you
Squad up
In the corner blowing purple in the club
Security get to tripping, we gon' have to fuck on
Squad up
Get it big boy
This is tangled up in my throat
We won't start no shit with y'all
Yeah, boy, I better get your dog, oh no
Who you think you playing with up in this bitch?
Every other person with me got the heater on his hip
Probably been bumping your lips, but tonight I think I'll let that slide
Before they can get you in the front
I'll step in in your motherfucking ass, fuck around and die
Look at that dead big ass pistol, have our people how you carry it
I'm paranoid, I ask you, who the fuck you staring at?
We so muscular, people you can't even tell
Our with us or with us, this whole club will give you hell
If I so much as whistle, jelly give a signal
Roll or get the pistol, roll or you better not get no pistol
Buzz handling, sharp watches back
Talking spack or get your motherfucking head cracked
Like three dice rolling through the NYC, big stack mac jelly roll VIP
So we posted by the bar, outside posted by the car
Hey little mama, who you are, ever fucked a star before?
Wanna see my tattoos, wanna see my stab wounds
We'll bring your bad ass on up in this bathroom
In the corner and you posted with your crew
You ain't fucking with nobody, shit nobody, fuck with you
Squad up in the corner blowing purple in the club
Security get to tripping, we gon' have to fuck them up
Hey they know what's up, we bouncin' off in this bitch
We 50 deep and promised I'll love em with the shit
We got a little money now, they be acting funny now
100 deep, fuck it, got em drawn, the hoes are hundred round
They acting cool at first but now they looking funny
Pockets like a football field, I'll pull out like a hundred yards
You broke bitch, I'm clutching the fourth fifth
Man the hate goes on, I told you in 06
Y'all blow a couple blunts, we blowin' a whole zip
Yeah y'all kind of like a quarter but bitch we a whole brick
I do this for the streetest people, do this for the fiends with needles
I was selling crack when y'all was bumping that Queen Latifah
Young dude, old soul, bitch I thought I told y'all
I'm country like haystack, I'm country like wholesome
I'm tired of these fake rappers but I'll never doze off
While they was in the studio we was getting bozed off
Squad up
In the corner and you're posted with your crew
You ain't fucking with nobody
Shit nobody, fuck with you
Squad up
In the corner blowing purple in the club, security get to tripping, we
Gon' have to fuck them up
Squad up
Squad up
Squad up
