Kendrick Lamar Squabble Up

God knows I am reincarnated I was stargazin’ Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah) Woke up lookin’ for the broccoli High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet When I hear music, it makes me dance You got the music, now is your chance A yee nigga couldn’t try me in the tri-state Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed ’til he hydrated Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated I got the money and the power both gyratin’ I feel good, get the fuck out my face Look good, but shе don’t got no taste I walk in, walked out with the safе Mando, let me know what the play What the fuck? I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks Hit his turf and get crackin’, double back like a deluxe Fifty deep, but it ain’t deep enough Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up Fallin’ from a money tree and it grow throughout the months Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it’s us I feel good, get the fuck out my face Look good, but she don’t got no taste I walk in, walked out with the safe Mando, let me know what the play Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm) Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up Hol’ up (Hol’ up) Where you from? (Where you from?) Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch) I’m finna go dumb (Finna go dumb) Sideways (Sideways) Bunk skunk (Bunk skunk) Fever (Fever) I’m on one (I’m on one) Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin’ it Quid pro quo, what you want? ‘Cause I’m watchin’ it Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin’ it Brodie won’t go, but I know that he poppin’ it It was wolf tickets on sale ’til I silenced it Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that’s a lot of bitch Don’t hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the Smirnoff Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie ’bout to kill him off Blaps on blaps, it’s a fact, this a brick of raw Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it’s fictional? Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal? “Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?” I’m like, “Nigga, nah” Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal It’s a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah) I feel good, get the fuck out my face Look good, but she don’t got no taste I walk in, walked out with the safe Mando, let me know what the play Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm) Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up