Kendrick Lamar - squabble up lyrics

God knows
I am
Reincarnated
I was stargazing
Life goes on, I need all my babies

Woke up looking for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mister Get Off, I get off at my 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 till he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyrating

I feel good, get the f*ck 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

What the f*ck?
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 cracking, double back like a deluxe
Fifty deep, but it aingt deep enough
f*ck a plea, there he go, beat him up
Falling from my 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 f*ck 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, b*tch (bye, b*tch)
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 rocking it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watching it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clocking it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he popping it
It was woof tickets on sale till I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
b*tch with him and some b*tch in him, that's a lot of b*tch
Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Black & 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 f*ck you niggas rap if it's fictional?
Tell me why the f*ck 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 f*ck 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