Squad Up

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
We in the squad, underground that's always getting props
Licking shots, middle finger everybody, fuck the opps
You cracked the puzzle, you opened up Pandora's box
Whores with cocks with us suck as much as you do, go kick some rocks (Fuck outta here)
You're fucking bitch-made swimming in a fish tank full of sharks
Hook your breathing apparatus up to my ass breathing farts
(I'm that sick) You seen the cards? We laid 'em on the table
Bruh, Long Live Evil smack yo bitch ass on the regular
We packed the flavor, we bringing it back
We taking the faces of rap and we raping 'em, facts
We can hang you from the ceiling, leave you dead on yo back
We swingin' so fuckin' heavy that we breaking a bat
We breakin' Geneva Conventions with our verbal mustard gas
Something has got to break like yo dad's fuckin' face
Throw a pass for the fact that you're not coming back
Or the fact that the squad burnt the track that's a wrap

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do here in the underground bruh
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do in the underground bitch

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz]
There ain't nothing you can tell me
Peep the back cover, bitch boy, it says LLE
Bet you relate to the L's since you catch 'em so well see
If you break it down, know it really says that Hell helps me
So let's put you through it, guarantee it's therapeutic
Check an ego, they go back to being whack embarrassed losers
Loud mouthed tunas attacked by a pack of barracudas
Stompin' on they heads like I was wearing a pair of Goombas
Your motherfuckin' set off better talk to your man's
Drop kick and take your head off get it launched in the stands
Tossed around like a beach ball, being fondled by fans
That's the one time you'll be felt, I'll take my thanks in advance
Bitch turn up your speakers, yo, you're in for a treat
Hear, hear, have some sneakers, kinda rough but they clean
I got you concrete Adidas, go wear 'em out on the sea
Drop a couple hundred meters and wave to the submarines
You ain't shit!

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do in the underground bitch
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do here in the underground bruh

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
My squad's so hot and wild, running roughshod
With a chainsaw and a go-kart on the boulevard
Chopped body parts I got from Uncle Norm
Got 'em watching and learning and they'll murder porn
Get 'em slipping in they own blood, riding through the hood
Lickin' off shots fuckin' with the squad wish they would
Underground what they called it, addicted like alcoholics
My style be the zone and they hop all aboard it
Yes sir, get it nutty like a PayDay on a delay
Catch me busting shots away with the AK
Baddest thing to say jaws hanging by a nerve
Like a boot to your neck, put your mouth on the curb bitch
Sell that tape, they get insane on that lane
All in or ball up homie ain't no in between
And I'll tip toe in a line you gettin' tagged up
Gonna call and I'll tell 'em "bring the plastic bags bruh"

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do here in the underground bruh
When we squad up, the whole crew down (Ay, oh)
It's a slaughter, you better move now (Ay, oh)
Time to talk's up, this is the new sound (Ay, oh)
Hey it's just what we do in the underground bitch