SQUARE UP (feat. Juicy J) (Clean)

作曲 : Blue Rondo/IDK/Jeff Kleinman/jetsonmade/Juicy J/Michael Uzowuru/Teo Halm

作詞 : Blue Rondo/Jeff Kleinman/jetsonmade/Juicy J/Michael Uzowuru/Teo Halm

Uh

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Woah, woah, woah, uh

I might hop out in Europe, step all on your heart

These b*tches is thinking they ballin' with me

Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts

In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap

They was sleeping like Z Z Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see"

I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh

Square up

Beat it up, f*ck your hair up

Pretty girl like Clairo

Nice twins like Tamera

She ride d*ck like Doja Cat

That's what I think, I don't know the cat

She wanna know, wanna see where it's at

F*ck me, no going back

I got that d*ck that'll mess up your life

Girl, banging with me is gon' come with a price

You know some of these n*ggas is married in life

But I come with that d*ck that don't come with no wife

You keep throwing it back, ain't no throwing no rights

I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice

If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite

Then I bring my a*s back if we run outta line

Said I hop out in Europe, step all on your heart

If you b*tches is thinking they ballin' on me

Look, my future is bright so I don't want no parts

In no negative time, b*tch, my time isn't cheap

They was sleeping like Z Z Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see"

I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like—

I hit the pus*y like square up (Beat it up)

Beat it up, fu*k your hair up

Pretty girl like Clairo

Nice twins like Tamera

She ride d*ck like Doja, bay

That's what I think, I don't know the baby

She wanna know, wanna see where it's at

You f*ck me, ain't going back

Bi*ch, don't call my phone no more

I ain't got no time for you fake a*s h*es (Yeah, ho)

Bit*h, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)

I ain't got no time for you fake a*s h*es (Yeah, ho)

Bi*ch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)

I ain't got no time for you fake a*s ho*s (Yeah, ho)

Bi*ch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)

I ain't got no time for you fake a*s h*es (Yeah, ho)

(Yeah, yessir)

Bad lil' bi*ch from the 'Gram

Head good, she might get a gift

Say she a ride or die

I said, "Good, b*tch, ride in the lift"

She can't wait to get a piece of me

I tell her get all she can eat

She ain't never made the honor roll

All I see is them double-Ds

Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy

How she chewing on the wood with no teeth

How she make a tidal wave with both cheeks

Woo, I might OD

Rich n*gga, know that's a fact

Got your ho now you know that's a rap

You keep calling tryna know where she at

I f*ck her once, she ain't going back

Square up

Beat it up, fu*k your hair up

Pretty girl like Clairo

Nice twins like Tamera

She ride di*k like Doja Cat

That's what I think, I don't know the cat

She wanna know, wanna see where it's at

F*ck me, no going back

She said she getting tired of the average d*ck

She said she getting tired of the average di*k