Squeeze Precisely lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[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 n*gga, but the chopper cost 6 2
Brown kick it like FIFA
Hood rat b*tch, I don't f*ck 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 n*ggas might be the feds
44 long, fold a n*gga like pita bread
I'm too old for a fist fight
Pop sh*t, burn a n*gga's crib like devil's night

[Hook]
I squeeze precisely
Where them n*ggas at?
Them n*ggas ain't like me
See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please
Where that money at? f*ck where it might be
I squeeze precisely
Where them n*ggas at?
Them n*ggas ain't like me
See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please
Where that money at? f*ck 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 f*cking 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 b*tch, 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
f*ck a dutch n*gga, pass me a Swisher Sweet
Come at Brown, don't come at no bullsh*t
Bring extra rounds, need more than a full clip

[Hook]
I squeeze precisely
Where them n*ggas at?
Them n*ggas ain't like me
See the problem is I'm way too nice, please
Where that money at? f*ck where it might be
I squeeze precisely
Where them n*ggas at?
Them n*ggas ain't like me
See the problem is, I'm way too nice, please
Where that money at? f*ck where it might be
[Rapper Pooh]
You know we tell it like it is, right?
Talk sh*t 'til these pus*y n*ggas want to fight
Sleep days, making moves in the moonlight

"n*ggas mad because I know that Cash Rules"

Yeah, you know we tell it like it is, right?
Talk sh*t 'til these pus*y n*ggas want to fight
Sleep days, making moves in the moonlight
H.O.J. is the crew, right?

[O-Dash]
The same, just hype, two n*ggas with mics
Gun talk on safety, we ain't too puss' to fight

[Rapper Pooh]
Aiyyo you motherf*cking right, I don't claim to be
Cause I am who I am, pretty soon you gon' see

[O-Dash]
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

[Rapper Pooh]
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
[O-Dash]
Haters wipe me down from my fitted to my shoes
Been paid my dues, bruh check the interviews

[Rapper Pooh]
Cause I'm on, n*ggas like he been on the cusp
Been blazing trails, been leaving dust

[O-Dash]
Now we on the road to riches and finer things
Foreign cars, pulling stacks out our jeans like BLING

"I switches all that, c*cksucker, Gs up"
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