Squeeze (feat. KVV)

You've got young people that have got so much bottled up inside of them that they're using This opportunity to let off We've got a lot of young people out here that the sheer evil, the sheer evilness It's horrible out here It's like a war zone I make it bang like Bangladesh I don't second guess I just squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Fill em up with lead That nigga might just end up dead For playing with my bread He think I'm sick Hmmn hmmn Yeah, I'm sick in the head I got dogs, I'm keepin' em fed All my opps is endin' up dead Every obstacle I maneuver, man, I'm finessin' the game Poppin' pills to ease the pain Speedin' thru Gwarimpa with Sway Hmmmmmmmmmmnnn We just tryna get somethin' to eat But don't let me catch a nigga slippin' when I'm in the street Boy, this ain't no thrilla in Manila We ain't using fists Hitta with me, he grippin' the heat And he itching' to make that shit spill Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I keep em all on their toes Fuckin' em up with no remorse Go on some shit we know Life in a city that's filled with lost souls Me, I'm sicker than most Yeah I gotta keep this shit cut throat And I'm feelin' like Sosa Feelin' like a nigga from Chicago I make it bang like Bangladesh I don't second guess I just squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Fill em up with lead That nigga might just end up dead For playing with my bread He think I'm sick Hmmn hmmn Yeah, I'm sick in the head Look, look We make it bang like Bangladesh I got a bad b asleep in the bedroom Good night, dick Make a bad girl rest We don't make online noise, it's real life smoke Call it baggin' the flesh Yeah Look Do it up close Make it bang to your chest Bullet Aimin' that shhhhhhh Aimin' that squeeze, squeeze There's blood on my hands There's blood on my feet There's blood in the streets A violent cycle My nigga it's deep I keep the weapon at reach I'm ready for war I ain't tryna make peace Yo Bullet The switch on the back kill a nigga with ease Nigga is deep Uh Yeah Once KVV reach It's rapid release And you know that nigga he really don't miss We gon' pull up to your block with extendo clips On my Rambo shit, we splittin' wigs Choppa drop a opper down to his knees I make it bang like Bangladesh I don't second guess I just squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Fill em up with lead That nigga might just end up dead For playing with my bread He think I'm sick Hmmn hmmn Yeah, I'm sick in the head