squabble up Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar
Intro: Kendrick LamarGod knowsI am reincarnatedI was stargazin’Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)
Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie DebWoke up lookin’ for the broccoliHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that KamasiIP, ownership, the blueprint is by meMr. Get Off, I get off and mop feetWhen I hear music, it makes me danceYou got the music, now is your chanceA yee nigga couldn’t try me in the tri-stateBuddy pass, bet I get him splashed ’til he hydratedBounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilatedI got the money and the power both gyratin’
Chorus: Kendrick LamarI feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but sh? don’t got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the saf?Mando, let me know what the play
Verse 2: Kendrick LamarWhat the fuck?I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cutsI got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducksHit his turf and get crackin’, double back like a deluxeFifty deep, but it ain’t deep enoughFuck a plea, there he go, beat him upFallin’ from a money tree and it grow throughout the monthsSpit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it’s us
Chorus: Kendrick LamarI feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don’t got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the play
Post-Chorus: Kendrick LamarSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
Bridge: Kendrick LamarHol’ 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)
Verse 3: Kendrick LamarThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin’ itQuid pro quo, what you want? ‘Cause I’m watchin’ itWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin’ itBrodie won’t go, but I know that he poppin’ itIt was woof tickets on sale ’til I silenced itPipe down, young, these some whole other politicsBitch with him and some bitch in him, that’s a lot of bitchDon’t hit him, he got kids with him, my apologiesGhetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the SmirnoffYeehaw, we outside, whoadie ’bout to kill him offBlaps on blaps, it’s a fact, this a brick of rawTell 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 SenegalIt’s a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
Chorus: Kendrick LamarI feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don’t got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the play
Post-Chorus: Kendrick LamarSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
