Flava The Black Squad

[Nick Cannon]
Black Squad, come out and play
N'Credible!

[Verse 1: Charlie Clips & Nick Cannon]
Yo, yo
Black Squad the best squad, no need to repeat it
Don't make me call my killa up, my hitman is Conceited
He be wildin' out, whether he's sober or weeded
And he bring the cannon for me whenever I need it, facts
So break fast before I grip that can of biscuit
If you around when I shoot, then gotta jam the witness
What you movin'? Pounds? Ounces? Your grams is vicious?
Nigga, please; your weight cheap, like Planet Fitness, ha
Matter of fact, let's switch the topic
These niggas talk about five O's but never cop it
Wait, you caught that? 5-0, but never cop it?
Damn, my whole team blackin' out, we goin' gothic
Your baby moms loves my name, she hear the gossip
She treat me like a floor with a janitor, gotta mop it
No matter what you do, my nigga, she can't stop it
Like the kids game, she twist, pull it, and bop it
She slow-motioned on a nigga since a juvenile
That's why I'm drillin' in her mouth like a root canal
Forgot my next line, I feel stupid now
My six sing, New Edition, nigga, cool it now
Chill, Nick, you ain't even gotta do 'em foul
Let me do the shootin' 'cause you shootin' movies now