Brylean - Squad Freestyle Lyrics

Ooh, I liked this beat so I might snap on it
She got a big booty, you know I'ma smack on it
You see my car? You know I hit the dash on it
Dodging 12, you can't put no cap on it
Niggas speak more cap than the Diamondbacks
And that's on my soul, that shit hella wack
I don't got time for a fake nigga, all you make me wanna do is spray a MAC
Hit a nigga in his chest, call that asthma attack
Yeah, my ice too drippy, you need a floaty, I stay on the scene, I'm off an addy
Speaking of addy send me the addy so I can get to clapping yo cheeks
Yeah it's Mal on the track
With Brylean is where it's at
I'm from where these niggas cap
With a police hat
But that's cool, let them fake on that
Cause they like to act
Wearing trues, in high school
A nigga had to pass on that
It's Mal the malicious
Snake bite vicious
Gun toting got me hella suspicious
Real shit, nothing fictitious
Bitches crying, please stop being ridiculous
Cry like Minnie, like Bron or Penny
Got a shot for who ball against me
Beat a lil cold, got a lil chilly
Jason right there so you get a lil silly
Got all my dawgs in the blue Maserati
Mal in the passenger side with a shotty
Brylin inna back with a redbone thotty
Niggas stay mad cause we nut in they shawty
Hit it from the back and listen to her moan
Rollie worth more than yo student loans
Stay up in the 314 that's my zone
Haters always mad, they ain't saved in my phone
Everyday grindin' just chasing a sack
Hit the club dripped out blue, white, and black
Niggas can hate but my flows are not wack
Got they girls droppin' and makin' it stack
Lower the stack and I make it right back
You know there ain't shit that's holdin' me back
Tired from grindin' so cut me some slack
Ballin' like Beal, and Tatum and Shaq