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Gangster Trap Rage Rap Mix Dark EDM Trap for Workout Freestyle Mix 154

(Beat drops like GME on Jan 27)
Hook
Squirrel on the screen, that’s the green light, bitch,
Tail twitch left, your calls print rich,
CNBC rat, I’m the hood prophet,
One gray motherfucker turnin’ red to profit.
Squirrel Indicator, never wrong once,
100 % accuracy, nuts in my crotch.
Verse 1
January cold, but the tape stay hot,
I’m posted on the ledge eatin’ Cramer’s yacht,
Camera pan down, I’m cheesin’ in 4K,
WSB see me, type “TO THE MOON TODAY,”
GME was 40, blinked, now it’s four hundo,
My bushy ass dancin’ like a porno stunt double,
DFV tweet “Squirrel = god,” retweets explode,
Billionaires cryin’ while the janitor reloads,
I moonwalk the railing, drop a nut on the lens,
Portfolio up 800 %, thank your furry friends.
Verse 2
Every time I pop out, shorts get buried,
Melvin cryin’ in the corner, lookin’ hairy and worried,
Citadel servers smokin’, Kenny G pullin’ hair,
I’m just chillin’ with acorns, breathin’ billionaire air,
One scamper = 20 % gap up pre-market,
Two tail flicks = your wife’s boyfriend starts to break,
I piss on the bull statue, spray it like cologne,
Then watch Robinhood crash from the restricted zone,
They tried to ban the buy button, cute little trick,
But my cousin chewed the cable, now the app’s still sick.
Hook
Squirrel on the screen, that’s the green light, bitch,
Tail twitch left, your calls print rich,
CNBC rat, I’m the hood prophet,
One gray motherfucker turnin’ red to profit.
Squirrel Indicator, never wrong once,
100 % accuracy, nuts in my crotch.
Outro
So keep your charts, your fibs, your MACD,
I’m the only indicator that matters in 2023,
When the market look dead and the bears talk smack,
Just wait for the tail, then load the fuckin’ stack.
Squirrel Gang, motherfuckers—sign of the beast,
One flash of gray fur and it’s lambos for the least.
Tendies rainin’, shorts explodin’ in flames,
All praise the bushy-tail runnin’ the game.
(Mic drop. Acorn hits the floor. )

Ghetto Bird

Ice Cube