[Intro]
Yeah, man, this that OTE squad shit, shorty
We out here on you fuck boys, man, our squad eatin', man
We don't know what the fuck you n***as doin', man
Get your motherfuckin' bands up, shorty
Our squad motherfuckin' eatin', shorty
This mothefuckin' [?] over there, dad
Our squad eatin', man, you hear me?
We really on top of you n***as out here, our squad eatin', man
You ain't gettin' no money, man, our squad eatin', man

[Chorus: FBG Bigga]
My squad eatin' (Squad), my squad eatin' (Squad)
You ain't gettin' no money (Money) 'cause my squad eatin' (Squad)
My squad eatin', my squad eatin' (We eatin')
You ain't in that field (Nah) 'cause my squad heathens

[Verse 1: FBG Bigga]
My squad eatin'
Ridin' around with them broad heaters (Tools)
You ain't in the field, put your brain on the wheel (He lackin')
Fuck around catch a n***a lackin' in the field (Fuck him)
Couple more shots, yeah, we at it for real
Man down, man down, got a hole in his grill
Beast on the field, so I'm runnin' with the steel
Aim for the head 'cause I'm goin' for the kill (The top)
All my n***as shooters, everybody ridin' (Uh-huh)
N***a, stop flexin', you ain't really 'bout that action (Boom, boom)
Talkin' 'bout bands, n***a, catch me in traffic
Got your bitch in the van, it's crackin' (Thot)
Trues on my ass, so you know I'm swaggin'
Shout out to the gang, my n***as [?] (Gang)
Yeah, we Folks, so you know I'm stackin' (Folks)
Yeah, we Folks, so you know I'm stackin' (Folks)
N***as talkin' 'bout that bag, they ain't really flexin' (Nah)
N***as say they 'bout that life 'til my team bring the pressure, squad (OTE)
[Chorus: FBG Bigga & FBG Duck]
My squad eatin' (Squad), my squad eatin' (Squad)
You ain't gettin' no money (Money) 'cause my squad eatin' (Squad)
My squad eatin' (Ayy), my squad eatin' (FBG shit)
You ain't in that field (Nah) 'cause my squad heathens (FBG, bitch)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Man, I hate when goofy n***as say they gon' whack somebody (Whoo)
Bitch, I'm always in traffic, still ain't catch nobody (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, ayy)
Money large, got my pockets on extra sloppy (Money)
Don't try to play 'cause my gun 'on catch a body (Brrat, whoo)
Shout out my shooter, he'll catch a body (Let's get it)
He don't give no fuck, he'll shoot at everybody (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, gang)
Bullets start flyin', they gon' hit everybody (Gang)
Now it's body on body on top of extra body (Whoo)
If you lookin' for me, I be where the money at
If you ain't got my money, cat, I'm shootin' where your tummy at (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up on his ass like, "Where that money at?" (Let's get it)
He tryna conversate, but I ain't even come for that (No, turn up)
We jumpin' on his head like a jumping jacks
I don't he was playin' football how he was runnin' back, gang

[Chorus: FBG Bigga]
My squad eatin' (Squad), my squad eatin' (Squad)
You ain't gettin' no money (Money) 'cause my squad eatin' (Squad)
My squad eatin', my squad eatin' (We eatin')
You ain't in that field (Nah) 'cause my squad heathens