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