[Intro: Suspect]
Ay
A way, get me?
Hilzz made this
That way
AGB shit, free my nigga Armed Response, 100 times
You are now locked in to Pacman TV
[Verse 1: Suspect]
I just got a drop, that's intel’
Now man's filling the 12 with big bells
Fuck the drill scene
Ask 'bout me in the hood
You’ll know why my name ring bells
Grind three buds and bill up a big L
Culprit, Mizz, and Gucc', try inhale
Bootings, chingings, tuna swinging
Opps get pressured on road and in jail
Wan' see red tape, no ribbon
If he's the past, then that's my present
I got a gift when it comes to cheffing
Wet man's head and he learnt his lesson
If verbal's got me stressing
Simple, get 'round there and stretch him
How’s R1 still giving me verbal
When Culps died, like he never left him?
We did it again like Bis
And again, you didn’t wanna back your bredrin
Got my splash when I get trap fit
So try G check, won't finish your sentence
Run a man down, he run out of breath
He run out of blood, now he’s in the mud
I think 'bout him when I roll this bud
Think 'bout him when I roll this bud
She got cute face and booty
Big boobies, that's all ’round beauty
Who's he? Don't care if he a juvie
Get a boy down, I can't be choosey
Ever since SY named his mindi
How many guys got done by Susie?
Gyal say I'm cute and cooly
But she don't know what I do in QC
But she don't know what I do in Cumbo
That lightie come like a cross-breed pack
No Runtz, the other one straight from Congo
And I heard suttin' else just got packed
Don't ask "By who?"
I'll tell you "God knows"
Six in a dirty long-nose
L2, R2, two-hand control
Turn that block to a war zone
ZK loadout, I step in trios
Load up guns and hit man's back
Like Hitman did, let it burn like Ne-Yo
Might sound and look like us
But truss, ain't wild like us like Rio
I grew up in the concrete jungle, so my attitude stinks like BO
Gang catch stains, no Biggie
Bro notorious for his blikky
All eyes on me for two packs
Still, the hustle can't die like Nipsey
I was 15 tryna be like 50
In the T house with a pack and flicky
Wan' get rich but beef is frying
Run up on me, you might die trying
The opps are salty, beef is frying
Bro just pepper one with this iron
Bro just pepper one with this iron
Ay
A way, get me?
Hilzz made this
That way
AGB shit, free my nigga Armed Response, 100 times
You are now locked in to Pacman TV
[Verse 1: Suspect]
I just got a drop, that's intel’
Now man's filling the 12 with big bells
Fuck the drill scene
Ask 'bout me in the hood
You’ll know why my name ring bells
Grind three buds and bill up a big L
Culprit, Mizz, and Gucc', try inhale
Bootings, chingings, tuna swinging
Opps get pressured on road and in jail
Wan' see red tape, no ribbon
If he's the past, then that's my present
I got a gift when it comes to cheffing
Wet man's head and he learnt his lesson
If verbal's got me stressing
Simple, get 'round there and stretch him
How’s R1 still giving me verbal
When Culps died, like he never left him?
We did it again like Bis
And again, you didn’t wanna back your bredrin
Got my splash when I get trap fit
So try G check, won't finish your sentence
Run a man down, he run out of breath
He run out of blood, now he’s in the mud
I think 'bout him when I roll this bud
Think 'bout him when I roll this bud
She got cute face and booty
Big boobies, that's all ’round beauty
Who's he? Don't care if he a juvie
Get a boy down, I can't be choosey
Ever since SY named his mindi
How many guys got done by Susie?
Gyal say I'm cute and cooly
But she don't know what I do in QC
But she don't know what I do in Cumbo
That lightie come like a cross-breed pack
No Runtz, the other one straight from Congo
And I heard suttin' else just got packed
Don't ask "By who?"
I'll tell you "God knows"
Six in a dirty long-nose
L2, R2, two-hand control
Turn that block to a war zone
ZK loadout, I step in trios
Load up guns and hit man's back
Like Hitman did, let it burn like Ne-Yo
Might sound and look like us
But truss, ain't wild like us like Rio
I grew up in the concrete jungle, so my attitude stinks like BO
Gang catch stains, no Biggie
Bro notorious for his blikky
All eyes on me for two packs
Still, the hustle can't die like Nipsey
I was 15 tryna be like 50
In the T house with a pack and flicky
Wan' get rich but beef is frying
Run up on me, you might die trying
The opps are salty, beef is frying
Bro just pepper one with this iron
Bro just pepper one with this iron
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