The Squeeze (feat. GymFlo & Blaque Mayhem)

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Omni-Science

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Who you know rapping this cold
A C Flo
Chill you to the bone Free of charge boy no Freon
Strong green no Pikkon
Yall's niggas don't be on
Same shit like me
Making hits like me
Trynna spit like me
That's gon take yo ass some eons
Whoa
Till you beyond
Old
Bitch
Steel on the hip in a sheathe though
Got a ten in the whip she a freak hoe
That's another nigga hoe with a deep throat
Going ape in my prime, call it beast mode
And you already know it's cheat code nigga
It's the man in the back with peacoat nigga
You the king of the rap, get a veto nigga
Boy you shoot like Shaq with a free throw nigga
Shits too hard (Whoa!)
Beats like this
They don't get enough fibre
Heat like this gotta treat with fire
Feats like this gotta kick em up higher
Flo God damn...
Bro you make it look easy
Go harder
Roy Harper
New boss lil nigga that's speedy
My Right hand killer
Lil nigga that's Migi
And I be getting down best of 'em
Where the rest of 'em
You ain't even on my list, I ain't gotta check for 'em
Got cha girl in the back and she gotta vest on
Got a thang in her throat but it's not a check on
Check up when I aim gotta bang neck up
Running game on these niggas whole gang next up
Gotta Clan fulla niggas that'll chop rats up
When they doing it for cheese boy they prone to fess up

Flo and Omni back so where the party
Oh he ain't go no honor baby please don't get 'em started
I just jumped across the room like I'm a member of the Hardy's
Bet I flip my Pontiac before I tell these niggas sorry
They said I got the juice so best believe I got the squeeze
It Ain't no fiction in my fruit so when I'm spitting just believe

I'm the G That's holding da value like it's algebra
Picture this with the cameras off
Bad demeanour in my catalogue
Smoking a nigga then I ash it off
Life and death in a tarragon
Gun play, joy in this stick like an analog
I don't get why y'all acting hard
Come here girl I can set it off
I'm da type to hit till I had enough
Putting da pedal to da medal like I'm Megatron
Fucking da game with no condom yeah the talented raw, wait...
I gotta alot on my mind, I guess it's figured as prime
My eyes on da valence of grime
Speaking some numbers da cadence is priced
You step outta line - then I give u da fine
Pressure make diamonds now I'm pressed for da time
My life in da mist but I'm keeping an eye
Minding my business enriched with da mind
Nike crossbody - I'm checked for da style
These rappers on mute like a mime
I got mad thrill wen I pack heat
Death scene in da best fields
Get deep when I met Peace, left deeds in my last piece
Yeeah I'm the shit, running this bitch

Flo and Omni back so where the party
Oh he ain't go no honor baby please don't get 'em started
I just jumped across the room like I'm a member of the Hardy's
Bet I flip my Pontiac before I tell these niggas sorry
They said I got the juice so best believe I got the squeeze
They said I got the juice so best believe I got the squeeze
They said I got the juice so best believe I got the squeeze
It Ain't no fiction in my fruit so when I'm spitting just believe!

Still layin' tracks like I got no home
Rappers paying tax to me, cause they in my zone
You would think the hoe excited, but she's in her phone
She really want a scoop, cause I got the cone
And I'm ripping bongs like Snoop, and we all alone
You wanna be the King, but I'm on the Throne
On a mission of beefin' me - get your cover blown
Call me Google in this shit the way I'm holding Chrome
Bitch

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