Gucci Mane - Squad Car (Feat. OG Boo Dirty & Big Bank Black) [Prod. By 808 Mafia] | Текст песни

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• Gucci Mane
• Squad Car (Feat. OG Boo Dirty & Big Bank Black) [Prod. By 808 Mafia]

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Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
But all my niggas, we got bond fair

(Verse: Gucci Mane)
Bail money, bail money
Yea bitch, I got bail money
Smellin like the jail and I know I look hell honey
You say that that’s your friend? thats just a nother nigga that gon' tell on me
I’mma street nigga, and my girl aint street
But I talk so slick she fell for me
Locked up since last Sunday, someone please call the bail bondsman
Strapped up like Charles Branson, paid for him, this guy no do nothing
Like a Poker game may be bluffin
Softer then a blueberry muffin
Shoot first but I ain’t askin questions
Selling drugs is my profession
Seeling dope by the best western, scrapped up with my Smith & Wesson
50 bricks just came from texas driving in a UPS
T bricks and I’m driving reckless
Outdoors then again I scratch it
Going overboard, I met my maker
I’m selling hands to send a message

(Hook x2: Gucci Mane)
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
But all my niggas, we got bond fair

(Verse)
Just got jammed up on some bullshit
Court day, it ain’t til the 26th
On the phone right now with the button car
Got my all lengths stretched cuz I pitch a fix
Ready go ready go ready go right now
Got a check on me bitch come get me now
Got a warrant on my ass, come get me fast
If I’m full flyin off they gon hide my ass
Can’t sit down, I got too much going
I got 3 traps, I’ll just five hoes hoeing
Plus big guwap in wrecked the game
Came for the cash, he can fuck the fame
Sit back just chillin sippin dirty shit
Tryna keep OG from murkin shit
Tryna keep Electrode from takin shit
Yo schoolie gotta rush that rapist shit

(Interlude)
Woop woop
Turn off, it’s a road block
Woop woop
Hit the gas nigga, don’t stop
Woop woop
If they get close nigga you better pop
Woop woop
You can’t go to jail, we got 20 blocks

(Hook x2: Gucci Mane)
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
But all my niggas, we got bond fair

(Verse)
I get lots of dope, I fuck lots of hoes
Ten thousand a show, is spend no get we on the go
My son just afloat, I just poured a 4
Louie to the floor, start sittin on twenty fours
Young mob be my set, brick squad cut the check
If we beefin bet not leave the house without ya vest
All my niggas trained to kill like Steven Seagal
Grab niggas like Duvall, my niggas will shoot yall
40k off in this levis
Money standing knee high
Been trappin since I was knee high, I poured my drink and I piv me high
1.5 in my stash, I’m full fire but I’m trappin out
A young nigga said don’t go
And that kill ya over my logo

(Hook x2: Gucci Mane)
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
Goddamn that’s a squad car
Woop woop
But all my niggas, we got bondfair