Squad, squad, squad shit, yeah Trap house doin' numbers fast like a NASCAR
Fast car, sittin' in the front with a bad broad Smash off fast than a bitch 9-11 call
Wake yo ass up, you can't sleep, too much money involved
Early bird get the early worm, ain't no credit though
Stack a 20 ball, hit the mall, bout to spend it all
I ain't lettin' shit slide, bitch, this ain't baseball
Drop a price on a nigga, he'll get it snatched off
Put 87 in my tank, you cannot dawg See, it pays, but you gotta take a loss
To be a boss I remember havin' conversations with my nina
Ross Caught him at the light, made his pussy ass
Run it all
Squad nigga, SQG, we the mob nigga Fast cars nigga, we the stars nigga
You can't get up in my shit unless you ballin nigga
And you ain't got it nigga, you ain't got it nigga
Fast car, fast cars, want it all nigga NASCAR, NASCAR, race car shit, race car shit
Out the trap bitch, you don't understand my language
And you don't understand the streets And you don't need to f*ckin' eat....LEECH....SQUADDD
SQG GOD - NASCAR (FREESTYLE) Lyrics
SQG GOD - NASCAR (FREESTYLE) Lyrics
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Squad, squad, squad shit, yeah Trap house doin' numbers fast like a NASCAR
Fast car, sittin' in the front with a bad broad Smash off fast than a bitch 9-11 call
Wake yo ass up, you can't sleep, too much money involved
Early bird get the early worm, ain't no credit though
Stack a 20 ball, hit the mall, bout to spend it all
I ain't lettin' shit slide, bitch, this ain't baseball
Drop a price on a nigga, he'll get it snatched off
Put 87 in my tank, you cannot dawg See, it pays, but you gotta take a loss
To be a boss I remember havin' conversations with my nina
Ross Caught him at the light, made his pussy ass
Run it all
Squad nigga, SQG, we the mob nigga Fast cars nigga, we the stars nigga
You can't get up in my shit unless you ballin nigga
And you ain't got it nigga, you ain't got it nigga
Fast car, fast cars, want it all nigga NASCAR, NASCAR, race car shit, race car shit
Out the trap bitch, you don't understand my language
And you don't understand the streets And you don't need to f*ckin' eat....LEECH....SQUADDD
Fast car, sittin' in the front with a bad broad Smash off fast than a bitch 9-11 call
Wake yo ass up, you can't sleep, too much money involved
Early bird get the early worm, ain't no credit though
Stack a 20 ball, hit the mall, bout to spend it all
I ain't lettin' shit slide, bitch, this ain't baseball
Drop a price on a nigga, he'll get it snatched off
Put 87 in my tank, you cannot dawg See, it pays, but you gotta take a loss
To be a boss I remember havin' conversations with my nina
Ross Caught him at the light, made his pussy ass
Run it all
Squad nigga, SQG, we the mob nigga Fast cars nigga, we the stars nigga
You can't get up in my shit unless you ballin nigga
And you ain't got it nigga, you ain't got it nigga
Fast car, fast cars, want it all nigga NASCAR, NASCAR, race car shit, race car shit
Out the trap bitch, you don't understand my language
And you don't understand the streets And you don't need to f*ckin' eat....LEECH....SQUADDD
Writer: Andre Miller
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