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Aldridge - Squad Goals Lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Uncle Ticky]
I gotta stunting man
(Stunting man, Stunting man)
Catch me if you can, I keep running man
(Running man, Running man)
When I’m with my squad, call it squad goals
Chilling with my bros, homie don’t you come close

[Chorus: Uncle Ticky]
We might hit you with that
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
We might hit you with that
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele

[Verse 1: Uncle Ticky]
Mvela mambala, My team with the goals monga Patson Daka
I feel like T'Challa, protect my Wakanda cause I be the Panther, the Panther
If you talk dirt ‘bout my niggas, I aim at your hitters and then I go
Paaaahhhh! Stupid mambala
I told you before, I ain’t playing no games
These niggas thinking this shit is a game
Piki, Piki na, mmm-mm
Though, if you don’t it then I’m sorry
Yeah I stole the show; I’m like doooby
Do it for the team, for the broskies
Cause I be the man, True that!
Niggas been biting my style, who that?
Careful cause I bring the heat, Avatar Roku
Work out the numbers, I feel like Sudoku
Trip to the past where opinion had mattered
I swear that I felt like a horse with a saddle
That was a throwback, suplex
Now I don’t roll with no dogs, fusek, fusek!
[Chorus: Uncle Ticky]
We might hit you with that
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
We might hit you with that BOOM!
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele

[Verse 2: Aldridge]
Eish (yeah), dang (what?)
My squad, we just hitting our goals
Avoiding the stress, we be flexing
We steady finessing like R1-Cirlce, we pros
I always stress the message so you get it
Stop messing
Like rickets, we bad to the bone
Remember the haters were hating and now they're regretting
They're dashing, they wanna be bros
They tryna be even steven, that is strange
They're on some do or die
Unlike me, most of my people ain't clean- more hangover than the suicide
Try to not start 'em, they're animals, dawg
Now everybody on my case, like I am a criminal, dawg
Ticky, my day one, is here still
Let the music take me home; that's my spare wheel
Aaah!
[Chorus: Uncle Ticky]
We might hit you with that
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
We might hit you with that BOOM!
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele
Wele, Wele