Squeeze Precisely

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] Paint a perfect picture Brown like Picasso on purple, sippin' on liquor The K spit fast like Chip Fu Six foot nigga, but the chopper cost 6 2 Brown kick it like FIFA Hood rat bitch, I don't fuck with a diva Take her to the mall, let her get fitted Put the D on her head like a Tiger fitted The four-five dirty Sixteen bars, same value as a birdy Born broke, die rich, float birds, flip bricks Sitting in a cutty with the chrome on a stick shift These niggas might be the feds 44 long, fold a nigga like pita bread I'm too old for a fist fight Pop shit, burn a nigga's crib like devil's night [Hook] I squeeze precisely Where them niggas at? Them niggas ain't like me See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please Where that money at? Fuck where it might be I squeeze precisely Where them niggas at? Them niggas ain't like me See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please Where that money at? Fuck where it might be [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Drop science like teenage pregnancy In a cutty, same color as some celery Flow felony, ain't in my pedigree Y'all ain't fucking with me like celibacy Spent a hundred on a collar bone Danny Brown got white like styrofoam The only you thing you running is your legs Got gan by the boat, why you blowing on regs? Won't fall for a bitch, stand up to the judge Always Clarks, never rock a pair of Lugz Middle of attention, center of attraction Got the streets listening, feds, they tappin' I give hell to a break beat Fuck a dutch nigga, pass me a Swisher Sweet Come at Brown, don't come at no bullshit Bring extra rounds, need more than a full clip [Hook] I squeeze precisely Where them niggas at? Them niggas ain't like me See the problem is I'm way too nice, please Where that money at? Fuck where it might be I squeeze precisely Where them niggas at? Them niggas ain't like me See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please Where that money at? Fuck where it might be [Bridge: Rapper Big Pooh] You know we tell it like it is, right? Talk shit 'til these pussy niggas want to fight Sleep days, making moves in the moonlight "Niggas mad because I know that Cash Rules" Yeah, you know we tell it like it is, right? Talk shit 'til these pussy niggas want to fight Sleep days, making moves in the moonlight H.O.J. is the crew, right? [Verse 3: O-Dash & Rapper Big Pooh] The same, just hype, two niggas with mics Gun talk on safety, we ain't too puss' to fight Ayo you motherfucking right, I don't claim to be Cause I am who I am, pretty soon you gon' see Guess it is what it is then, we can shoot the five Been deprived so long, just lucky to be alive Won't be survived by a wife and son And no I won't be removed from this space 'til I'm done The undisputed one, pound for pound, second round They say third times a charm, I'm liking how it sound Haters wipe me down from my fitted to my shoes Been paid my dues, bruh check the interviews Cause I'm on, niggas like he been on the cusp Been blazing trails, been leaving dust Now we on the road to riches and finer things Foreign cars, pulling stacks out our jeans like BLING [Outro] "I switches all that, cocksucker, Gs up"