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Intro: Lil Squeaky
It's Lil Squeaky baby, we gon' slide on these bitches
Slide on these bitches hoe
Chorus: Lil Squeaky
Ayy we gon' slide
I'ma hop on your block with the Glock
And I'll pop at your cock, ready or not we gon' slide
Make your bitch kiss the tip of my dick
And she strip, I stay with all that shit till I die
I been trappin' too hard, now I smell like a fart
You get played like guitar by my guys
Never snitch, yeah, I keep tellin' lies
Whenever I pull up, you know we gon' slide
Verse 1: Biggie B
Ayy, you already know who it is
It's Biggie B on the track
Not from Harvard, but I'm masked
Speed camp got me goin' fast
I'ma pull up on your ass
I'm so sorry, mom and dad
Verse 2: Lil Cement Block
*peeing, explosions, Peter Griffin, and Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean"*
Chorus: Lil Squeaky
Ayy we gon' slide
I'ma hop on your block with the Glock
And I'll pop at your cock, ready or not we gon' slide
Make your bitch kiss the tip of my dick
And she strip, I stay with all that shit till I die
I been trappin' too hard, now I smell like a fart
You get played like guitar by my guys
Never snitch, yeah, I keep tellin' lies
Whenever I pull up, you know we gon' slide
Verse 3: White Fury
I'm with Lil Squeaky
Lot of people think Jog Gang a meme
We gon' pull up on your block and pee
If I'm being honest, you're not as talented as me
White Light, R.I.P. Screw
Jog Gang outside, we a scary-ass crew
Plug my new album while I blow out the speakers
I see why you're ballin' while you in the bleachers
Your bitch stack score is 18.75 billion
And you think she's a keeper
You think you know Jog Gang lore, but it go deeper
Who's goin' up next? Tell us who's on the track
Verse 4: Lil Bronchitis
RAAAAAAAHHHHHH
Whoooooooooooooo
You are a dreamer
Yo bitch, watch my YouTube videos
Bitch, I'm recording in my studio
Chorus: Lil Squeaky
Ayy we gon' slide
I'ma hop on your block with the Glock
And I'll pop at your cock, ready or not we gon' slide
Make your bitch kiss the tip of my dick
And she strip, I stay with all that shit till I die
I been trappin' too hard, now I smell like a fart
You get played like guitar by my guys
Never snitch, yeah, I keep tellin' lies
Whenever I pull up, you know we gon' slide
Verse 4: Lil Squeaky
Ay, ay, ay
Hey little dude, I'm trying to hop on a plane in time
Just kiddin', that's a private plane I fly
I'm gon' stay in the sky like all damn day
And I'ma land touchdown right in Taipei
She a snack, so I put her in my shopping cart
Put my PP in her mouth, cause she appreciate my art
Nerf or nothin', baby, you won't even see my darts
She got X-ray vision, yeah, she can read my farts
Eat her out like kit-kat, I get that kick back
My hair slick back, you can't get your bitch back
She suck me like tic-tac, she gon' ride piggyback
On the track with Biggie B, Lil Cement Block, and White Fury And Lil Bronchitis, my girl got arthritis
She achin' when she smash, but I swear she the tightest
They told me out of all the Indian dudes in the world
I'm the whitest and I believe that
Chorus: Lil Squeaky
Ayy we gon' slide
I'ma hop on your block with the Glock
And I'll pop at your cock, ready or not we gon' slide
Make your bitch kiss the tip of my dick
And she strip, I stay with all that shit till I die
I been trappin' too hard, now I smell like a fart
You get played like guitar by my guys
Never snitch, yeah, I keep tellin' lies
Whenever I pull up, you know we gon' slide
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