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letra de with my squad - saca

[hook: yung slurpy (saca)]
they been hatin’ on me for a long time
grindin’ for a long time
now i’m on my own time
i can see the path to the top now
(grindin’ to the top now
and i’m with my squad now)
they been hatin’ on me for a long time
grindin’ for a long time
now i’m on my own time
i can see the path to the top now
grindin’ to the top now
get it with my squad now

[verse 1: young honcho]
p-ss me the money, p-ss me the coupes
takin’ them drugs, makin’ the moves
reppin’ the city, put you on snooze
get your b-tch high, she in the mood
with my squad
takin’ pills poppin’ tags
and we pull up with the rolies on our wrist
rollin’ with my squad, we takin’ over in a moment

[verse 2: saca]
eugh, got a red bone who go
got a bad b-tch, i know
go fast don’t go slow
go hard or don’t go
we’ll make it to the top
i’ll make it with my squad
ain’t spendin’ cash alone
but i’m savin’ sh-t although we goin’ hard on other sh-t, i know

[hook: yung slurpy]
they been hatin’ on me for a long time
grindin’ for a long time
now i’m on my own time
i can see the path to the top now
grindin’ to the top now
get it with my squad now
they been hatin’ on me for a long time
grindin’ for a long time
now i’m on my own time
i can see the path to the top now
grindin’ to the top now
get it with my squad now

[verse 3: saca]
my pockets fatter than swishers
my b-tch came straight out big pictures
she givin’ words like a diction
my green is straight from the mixtures
i’m healin’ up like elixir
you see it back on my stickers
you know i’m takin’ the liquor
i take my toss like the pitcher
i make it rain like a bad little b-tch
i make you talk like a mad little snitch
underdog at the back, i ain’t deserve this
i’m with my squad since day one, ain’t desertin’
you gettin’ money, i ain’t countin’ sh-t
got a million dollars, all counterfeit
you know i’m f-cking all kinds of sh-t
i’m makin’ bank like all kyle sh-t
i’m pretty tall, mountainous
i make it wet, fountainous
got a b-tch so dumb, she can’t count to ten
got a b-tch so numb, she can’t move a limb

[verse 4: rick the kid (saca)]
we grindin’, never gonna stop
workin’ our way up to the top
i’ve been at the bottom with all the rocks
never liked the 12 man, f-ck the cops
i been workin’ hard when you couldn’t
i been makin’ moves when you shouldn’t
all these fake rappers wanna flex
wanna act like they be hoodin’
gotta win the race
stayin’ up late
just try’na be great
put foot on the plate
but wait, the wanna tell me
that all this sh-t just isn’t healthy
all i know is i’m getting wealthy
silenced pistol, yeah i’m stealthy
check your boy or else he
might end up with shots right in his belly
if you gonna tell me that you ain’t ready
gonna send you home for some of mom’s spaghetti
and after this you gon’ resurrect me
(be humble), this is real life
(be subtle), this is real life
(be a real one), this is real life
real life, so here’s some advice
always pack heat but don’t forget the ice

[outro: yung slurpy]
long time
long time
long time
grindin’ for a long time, now i’m on my own time

- saca

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