WDYM – Lil Squeakarius
Genre Pop

LYRIC
WDYM

Feat. J Coyn Drive

HookLil Squeaky

What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
And I thought I had a dream
And I bought you that Celine
Playin games, bitch you lame
Swear these bitches be insane
Makin excuses bitch you losin'
My respect day by day
You been messin' with my niggas
Now you might as well go gay
Have fun bein' on your own
Cuz Imma just keep doin' my thang
What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
Makin excuses, actin clueless
Why you gotta be so mean?

Verse 1Lil Squeaky

Bitch I got the antidote, call Mr Clean
This a cash war, keep a strap covered in the green
If you think you gonna fuck me for my cash, think again
I’mma pull up on ya man, imma blow off his head
Girl, we was makin' moves, why you had to double back
Thought we had shit goin', but alas
You said you was too busy to go out when I asked
But it says that you been home all day on snap maps
You said that you left your phone at home but on Instagram you posted
A picture of you posin' at Mount Rush More
Bitch I know every trick that you pullin' on me
Yeah I know you only was with me for the money
Yeah it made you horny, I bet way before me
You fucked my bros, saw they clothes Gucci, and they saw your clothes, Louis
Then you fucked then wished good luck after you took a thousand bucks
You keep going up and down, left and right, fuck!

HookLil Squeaky

What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
And I thought I had a dream
And I bought you that Celine
Playin games, bitch you lame
Swear these bitches be insane
Makin excuses bitch you losin'
My respect day by day
You been messin' with my niggas
Now you might as well go gay
Have fun bein' on your own
Cuz Imma just keep doin' my thang
What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
Makin excuses, actin clueless
Why you gotta be so mean?

Verse 2J Coyn Drive

I just hopped up on the track, It's my number one rule
All you other rappers, just soundin' like some fools
I’m j coyn cool, your j coyn fool
I’m j coyn flame, your j coyn lame
I’m pretty epic so let's jump into the game
Let's go brother man lets get into the beat
I feel like Pablo when I'm eating meat
I feel like Pablo, but I don't make beats
I rap, I rhyme, I make, uptime
I rap, I rhyme, my flow, divine
Remember vine brother man that stuff was so cringe
I got to the fridge, and get me some food
You know what's up I'm one heck of a dude
But these chicks around me they don't have no clue
They don't know me, and I don't know them
I also think I'm smart, and you is really dumb
Like you using a hammer up until you hit yo thumb
I’m an outsider making cash another one
Gonna do it, brother, until this whole world is done
That's enough man thank you so much its been fun

HookLil Squeaky

What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
And I thought I had a dream
And I bought you that Celine
Playin games, bitch you lame
Swear these bitches be insane
Makin excuses bitch you losin'
My respect day by day
You been messin' with my niggas
Now you might as well go gay
Have fun bein' on your own
Cuz Imma just keep doin' my thang
What do you mean, what do you mean
Bitch I thought we was a team
Makin excuses, actin clueless
Why you gotta be so mean?

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