Lyrics squeaky squawk - Aaron Cartier

squeaky squawk

Cuckoo, boring, boring, choppin', floppin'
Early morning, ignoring, inside my forehead
Lotta hopes, they runnin' like I’m Folie
Beat them up like, no you can’t ignore it
Runnin' it up, tippity-top, gimme the phone
Gimme the phone, I call the shots, runnin' the most
Don’t you know?
I got a lot, been on the grind
Takin' the spot, like it or not, like it or not
Tickity-tock, been on the grind
I’m on my way, runnin' my (Runnin' my)
insane, I’m on my own (I'm on my)
so lame, so low (Lame)
makin' it (Makin' it)
Runnin' the game, they didn’t know (Know)
so lame, so low (Lame)
I’m with the the bros
Chandelier in the living room, it dripped through the roof, dripped through the
roof
Spittin' out this then thre chipped off my tooth, chipped off my tooth
Rid like I’m James Bond, slide off in a coupe, slide off in a coupe
y’all know how I do what I do, do what I do (Uh, uh)
I got style, I got fashion
Pedal to the metal, I’ma hit 'em with the action
Pickin' it up, I’m getting attraction
They hate to see me shinin', I call that a chain reaction
Puttin' on feel like a
on the, I’m like Jell-O
Bringing the Glock, look at my feet, I’m on the run, I’m on a lead
Pick it up ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
I’ve been poppin'
Get out of my way, get out of my way, yeah, I push on the pipe
Look at my moves,
Look at me, you could never stay mad at me
You’ve never really heard of me
take that thing, break, mix with the beat back
Faster with the hotcakes, wanna fight me, I can see that
I see that