This Is The Way We Sqad

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] I'm Weezy Baby, back on tha scene, underground king Pimp C and Bun, you my fathers im your son Group on 21s, barkin' up tha ride But really I ain't trippin' I jus' like ta be high Nigga we SQAD, we real, we pure Baby blue ferrari of tha Nellyville tour And we could all eat til our belly get full If not we show our teeth and Mack 11's get pull But that's another story, lets get back ta this thang Righ na me and Fi negotiating buy tha Saints We might buy tha Rams, we might buy tha Hornets It's scary boy young money cause all them bitches garbage Your beef it better squash it caise right na we jus' marching If ya ain't in tha band on expand it cost a margin My hands is often frosty cause tha band on tha corner fifty grand on my fortress [Chorus: Lil Wayne] This is the way we SQAD And we like ta floss Weezy is tha boss I represent that dirty dirty dirty dirty Souf And we ridin' chops Tha ones that never stop Tha Young Money boys and we SQAD this shit out [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] It's Gutta Gutta Streets representer Big Benz whiper I like Lion Hearts but I rather ride spinners I'm smokin' on that killa, I'm higha than a bitch We signed ta Cash Money, Young Money got rich Now you see we ball, now you see tha SQAD We pullin' up in 10 different color bubble cars I'm on a world tour and don't gotta album It dont make sense but i make a lotta cabbage I'm tryna get rich I'm tryna get paid I rip tha damn show and get head backstage I'm livin' in tha range, like I'm in a cage I pull that thang out and send a couple ta yo brains I don't like tha cops man mothafuckin' Feds I represent Sqad Up til I'm muthafuckin' dead A muthafuckin' red stand taller than a muhafuckin' hater Gutta Gutta What tha fuck up! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] [ Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] I'm thinkin' 22's fa my bitch new Benz I'm thinkin' 2 new Benzes fa my bitch two friends I'm thinkin' no top in any kinda weather I'm thinkin' smokin purple and blueberry togetha' I'm feelin' all hawain punch is up fa' serve I'm feelin' fuck what 'cha say and fuck what 'cha heard I'm feelin' Sqad Up tha shit, I know ya smell it And tell me we gon' do numbers like Nelly Fa' sure! [Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] And I know Young Money bout ta fuck up tha game And I know ya like that shit Gutta spitt'n with Wayne And I know I rock platinum, fuck tha silvery chain And I know niggas dissin' but I don't know they names And I make bitches scream when I step out tha coupe And I make tha kids ask me where tha fuck is your roof And I make tha rawest shit when I step out tha booth I'm livin' Gutta muthafucka, how bout you? [Chorus]