Squad

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

Their's the king y'all know me

With all of my sacred homies

We blowin' pounds of that stupid loud

That super sour be barkin'

[?] who gon' top us?

We breakin' records, [?]

My vision see through impostors

Ain't know Rasta eatin' my council

Holy strokes full of potent

Pour a acid bath and I soak in

Don't pass the leaf, I got my own

Mix that Hennessy with my potion

I pop a tab and I'm coastin'

She on the beam and she rollin'

She showin' me that she wanna leave

Her eyes gleamin' she open

Ridin' through my city with like thirty-three [?]

I'm blowin' out the fucking window like it's legal for the day

Pulled up to the club they told me ain't no smoking weed gon' stay

A-a-all my fans is crazy better tell them to behave

[Hook: Issa Gold]

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

[Post-Hook: Issa Gold]

Don't hang, in no spot

Without choking on loud

Don't bang, with no cops

That reefer stacked to my pile

Them can't hang, they get dropped

Like Trinidad in the south

I'm tryna get paid 'til I can't count

That blood money comin', no drought

[Verse 2: AK]

The stars say shoot 'em, I'ma let it blow

This that Armageddon flow

Shorty, you and your [?] took a fetty yo

Shorty might show up in my pieces like Terio

At Meechy [?], sponsored by your very own

Loch Ness Monster starts fistful [?]

With my Rastas, they split the pasta

You know how the story go, the good gon' prosper

Plus there's ganja everywhere, we gon' fuck the spot up

See [?], no pain

Smell the diesel in the tank

Only thing I know is elevate

And we sippin' tea cause we're [?]

Fuck with chicks, been runnin' raisin' broad day like what does it take?

I'm doing [?] more that would be great

Throw a bouquet cause everybody 'bout to get slayed

Mama we straight , your son's becomes a legend it's fate

So when they question why I'm flexin' I look back at the rave and say

[Hook: Issa Gold]

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't fuck with this squad

Please don't, please don't fuck with this squad

[Post-Hook: Issa Gold]

Don't hang, in no spot

Without choking on loud

Don't bang, with no cops

That reefer stacked to my pile

Them can't hang, they get dropped

Like Trinidad in the south

I'm tryna get paid 'til I can't count

That blood money comin', no drought