Squash It Unc's

[Chorus] Ooh, we're gonna need some shovels It's another motherf*ckin' body in the rubble Dirt on my hands, yeah, I got it from the struggle Me and bro went half on the piece like a couple In the bando, sippin' Lazzle Could've been a class A but I was just a rascal Trapped in a mind-state, lost in a puzzle Had to go hard, this is real life, not a Marvel [Verse 1] Uh, Fulham road, I'm in, I'm out, they can't trap me (They can't trap me) I won't be a victim to no babylon (To no babylon) I'm just tryna make it, so don't cap, my don Let's squash it, unc's, my don, you're not wham, my don You're a wasteman, wasteman Runnin' up his gums like a gay man, gay man 'Til we come in on the clip, it's sprayin', sprayin' Where you gonna go? What you sayin', sayin'? What you sayin', sayin'? When the O.T. n*ggas get a smell, that's mayhem, mayhem Get a shot from the opp, so I'm layin', layin' See a man with a bag and we take it, take it Boys in blue on my back, now I break it, break it [Chorus] Ooh, we're gonna need some shovels It's another motherf*ckin' body in the rubble Dirt on my hands, yeah, I got it from the struggle Me and bro went half on the piece like a couple In the bando, sippin' Lazzle Could've been a class A but I was just a rascal Trapped in a mind-state, lost in a puzzle Had to go hard, this is real life, not a Marvel [Verse 2] Ayy, war with the deuce (Deuce), nothin' I can lose (Lose) Man, I'm with the boys (Boys), still I feel blue (Blue) Don't get it confused, say it with my chest (Chest) This ain't bulletproof (Boom, boom) Took a couple hits, got a few scars (Scars) But I had a great escape (But I had a great escape) Thought I could do better so I went and moved yards (Moved yards) Cah the old ones I don't appreciate (Don't appreciate) Yo, and it's gettin' outta hand (Outta hand) See a man without a plan (Without a plan) They can't do it like we can This is us, not the show, my fam Yo, let me tell you somethin' (Somethin') In my DM's, it was poppin' (Poppin') Got the ting, that's when it got lockin' (Lockin') Lost a link to my plug, now I'm dockin' (Dockin') And I had a big mouth when I was young (When I was young) Till they showed me the iron, not the lungs (Not the lungs) I remember being broke, it was dumb (It was dumb) Now they hear my voice and it slaps, call it drum (Call it drum) [Chorus] Ooh, we're gonna need some shovels It's another motherf*ckin' body in the rubble Dirt on my hands, yeah, I got it from the struggle Me and bro went half on the piece like a couple In the bando, sippin' Lazzle Could've been a class A but I was just a rascal Trapped in a mind-state, lost in a puzzle Had to go hard, this is real life, not a Marvel