lirik lagu squillo – hacker
[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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