Squeeze lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[Intro]
Now tell your f*ckin goons sit the f*ck down
Before we start squeezin in this b*tch
You don't want these innocent people getting hurt

[Verse 1: Ka]
This heat resistant glass ain't for coffee
The quick snort then sip port, it's more costly
Moms praising these calm babies, streets morph me
The block wasn't sweet, acidic, bitter and salty
Legitimate frigid, never figured trigger'd defrost me
Livin was tight, my vision is lofty
This n*gga read poetry, bear witness like Notary
Rarely say my name but n*ggas know it's me
At night browsin', they price gougin', got the lowest fee
No sleep, go deep 'til I emerge a floater
And I survived tides with more birds than Noah
Gotta ride new steel to stay fed
I don't hide, I'm too real to play dead
Savage hour, get devoured, they spray lead
Bags of flour, can't cower and make bread
Tough muscles stand the heat in the kitchen
Plus I have quick hands and plans to keep siftin'
From never ran with a grand, I chase that
Or curve, servin' how I place on no placemat
4s and 5s, there's forks and knives
Cut the cake so as the frosting dries
Dish it out, leave it, that's it, I'm squeezin'
These beats the packages of the gift that I'm breathin'
[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
Uh, I'm victorious, the only L's I take get gutted
You cats ballin' on a budget
Pinchin pennies, black label Henny on ice
Scars and strife, neighborhood stars and stripes
It's no TMZ, it's just elite MCs
Big dogs wanna bark and bite, raw
Paint pictures with words, pull guns and draw
Yeah, I'm livin out my artist life
Chief from a fronto leaf
I smoke good in the hood like I blew a gasket
Still I'm mobile enough to creep on your truck, uh
And let it buck on your crew in traffic, karma
Lettin' off hate I harbor, the barber
I line 'em up and cut parts for torture
I'm black hearted, I'm not your typical
I'll leave you in critical, I'm not your everyday rap artist

[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
I burst two shots
Birds emerge from the rooftops, I serve from the soup pot
Uh, blue pot, my n*ggas shoot cops (Cops)
Move loose rocks and blue tops
Hit the blocks, I'm like Lennox, your lyrics are xeroxed
I'm rare like a millionaire's tear drops
I got soul like the Four Tops, ya popped in the buttocks
With buckshots, face shots, call it Botox
The castle walls too high to throw rocks
I'm in the Beamer gettin' slow top
Live in the fast lane, I clipped the spliff in the ashtray
Gats to spray, splash the grey cabriolet
Dance on the pack, Cab Calloway
Carjack your Caddy like it's valet with grace like the ballet
You half weight, my mask made of African clay
Snag your lass off a glass of Alizé
Long barrel, ride the white horse, no saddle
Scadaddle from L.I. to Seattle (Giddy up)
Black apparel, the engine in the 5 rattle
The mask is bedazzled
Bally sneaker n*gga, your freaks in between sheets quiver
Keep tricks like the flea flicker
I'm a street n*gga, n*gga
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