Lemon Squeeze Fiend (Ft. Fi Chief & Young Thug)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the bitches in my periferal, that’s my decision
You don't understand me, pay attention
I got these bitches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I’m bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pussy niggas, be spesific

[Verse 1: Fiend]
Lemon squeez, you don't step to me, nigga please
You ain't a hood nigga unless you spendin cheese
Won't bless you if you sneeze
I'm cooler than a winter breez
No tricks up my sleeves
I be with them Gs
Ridin with that yapa
No love for a copper
Lookin for a head doctor
Banana clip, supersized
Point it at that hoe nigga you idolise
Orange juice, a nice slice
Bout to cut your wife, I ain't nothin nice
Never hit it twice
I just put it in the light
I go for that head like lice