Guns & Squares

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh, listen

Yeah

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]

I don't play games, they scared (They scared)

I get under they skin like ingrown hairs (Ingrown hairs)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares, uh)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares, yeah)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares, yeah)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares, uh, listen)

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]

Making adjustments to make some duckets (Yeah)

Success is luscious

The Smith got a rubber grip like some crutches (Like somе crutches)

Proven moving, that Jennifеr Love Hewitt (Haha), correct your tone, you better Auto-Tune it (Listen)

It's a lot of pussies here, pubic (Pubic)

I hope I don't get the chair, I'm waiting on my ruling (Listen)

All-white Forces, these Airs polluted

Freestyle, I don't need pads, I ain't Patrick Ewing (Uh)

My style, I got a patent to it (Patent to it)

Trying to figure out how to use it

Like a human potty training, been in more melees than Malaysians (Than Malaysians)

This a rhyme tasing

Food for thought, it's a full course, been in the gym, I'm shredded like pulled pork (Like pulled pork)

Legs behind her scalp, that's head over heels

It's a lot of rappers, but only one be real (One be real)

Cypress Hill, for you young cats

Strapped with packs, she got a hunchback, what's the hap?

Middle finger in her coochie, thumb in her booty

I'm trying to snap (I'm trying to snap), my fingers, that is

Another jingle, my gift from me to you, Kris Kringle

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf and Sir Michael Rocks]

I don't play games, they scared (They scared)

I get under they skin like ingrown hairs (Ingrown hairs)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and square)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares, yeah)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Yeah, yeah, man, drums and snares)

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]

I'm still fucking with the fried and foams

We need Cullinans and larger homes

Niggas get jelly when you 'pon the throne

But we known to snatch a skeleton and all the bones

The gradience, the creme de la creme, the size ten in the Timbs

You wanna ride? Start sending them Benz' and them pens

Get your friends and we walking them in

They open up a new account, then we walking them out

Ask Lil Gotti for the number to the room, who it's under?

I'ma slide with a Vicky cause her eyes got the thunder

I'm flying, doing sixty, almost crashed and it crumbled up

Lawyer on retainer, case it's bad shit to cover up

The gambles and gambles, and risks to rewards for the luck

Never them, it's always us

Backdoor us one time, it's always up

In Française with parfaits and Balmain cups

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]

I don't play games, they scared (They scared)

I get under they skin like ingrown hairs (Ingrown hairs)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares, yeah)

I used to fuck with guns and squares (Guns and squares)

Now it's kick drums and snares (Drums and snares)