Kendrick Lamar – squabble up Lyrics

squabble up

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"squabble up." - Kendrick Lamar

Friday, 23 October 2026, 09:51 am

Album: GNX

Track No: 02

God knows
I am reincarnated
I was stargazin'
Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)
Woke up lookin' for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet
When I hear music, it makes me dance
You got the music, now is your chance
A yee **** couldn't try me in a tri-state
Buddy pass, but I give him splash till he hydrated
Bounce out, know it's spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyratin'
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what to play
What the fuck?
I got hits, I got bucks, I got new papercuts
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sittin' ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe
Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up
Fallin' from a money tree and it grow throughout the month
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what to play
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
Squabble up, squabble up (Mm, mm)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch)
I'm finna go dumb (Finna go dumb)
Sideways (Sideways)
Bunk Skunk (Bunk Skunk)
Fever (Fever)
I'm on one (I'm on one)
Thun, thun, thun, thun, thun, baby rockin' it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
Broke on the floor, let me know if you're crockin' it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it
It was woof tickets on sale till I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit 'em, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Black N' Milds with the Smirnoff
Yeehaw, we outside, woadie 'bout to kill 'em off
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw
Tell me why the fuck you **** rap if it's fictional?
Tell me why the fuck you **** fed if you criminal?
"Aye, Dot, can I get a drop?", I'm like, "****, no"
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what to play
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
Squabble up, squabble up (Mm, mm)

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Mark Anthony Spears, Scott Bridgeway, Jack Antonoff, Matthew Bernard & Tony Butler.

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