
Assassin’s Creed Sus (Ft. SWavey (Active Gxng) & t.scam)
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[Intro: T.Scam & Suspect]
Fuckin' SWavey, you see me
Fuck the other side
Jester made this
We're about to get down with the threat, you see me
Blood spillers
Other side, grave diggers
Ggggrah, bow
Come on
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold
Gang
[Verse 1: Suspect]
He's mashed no works
So who let him rap?
Don't run out of breath cause you won't get it back
Bro's letting off waps tryna bodybag that
Leave heads on laps don't park and lack
Don't step and slip cause you might get hit
GG on your top, don't talk about drip
Designer buds when i toke my spliff
Your boy's in hell, it's lit it's lit
It's lit it's lit
He got hit by the whip, backflip then dipped like chips
Need bread for the beef like burger
Bro done fried him a purger, fried that fish
My akhi was salty, missed that trip to the 5th
When Mizz got kebabed like shish
Fuck your advice, I need hollowtips
Invest in sticks for street politics
Your vest ain't shit, we slap at wigs
And thats the reason that your man turned shit
Can't say that, catch my gist?
And that's the reason we're harassed by pigs
Fuck your star sign, can you deepthroat dick?
Call her Cronus cah she ate my kids
We taped off first and taped of fifth
Bare drenched up blades and emptied clips
Fuckin' SWavey, you see me
Fuck the other side
Jester made this
We're about to get down with the threat, you see me
Blood spillers
Other side, grave diggers
Ggggrah, bow
Come on
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold
Gang
[Verse 1: Suspect]
He's mashed no works
So who let him rap?
Don't run out of breath cause you won't get it back
Bro's letting off waps tryna bodybag that
Leave heads on laps don't park and lack
Don't step and slip cause you might get hit
GG on your top, don't talk about drip
Designer buds when i toke my spliff
Your boy's in hell, it's lit it's lit
It's lit it's lit
He got hit by the whip, backflip then dipped like chips
Need bread for the beef like burger
Bro done fried him a purger, fried that fish
My akhi was salty, missed that trip to the 5th
When Mizz got kebabed like shish
Fuck your advice, I need hollowtips
Invest in sticks for street politics
Your vest ain't shit, we slap at wigs
And thats the reason that your man turned shit
Can't say that, catch my gist?
And that's the reason we're harassed by pigs
Fuck your star sign, can you deepthroat dick?
Call her Cronus cah she ate my kids
We taped off first and taped of fifth
Bare drenched up blades and emptied clips
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