Suspect 1.5 (feat. Flyo)
Stepped in, balling
Niggas wish that they could
Uh, still here screaming out
"Don't step on my Bougs"
I'll bring the 'matic, go shoob
Bruck out in this dance
Take a brudda for good
Night night, we still roll around
Ask them niggas "what's good?"
(What's good, blud?
We're just grieving
Do you mind?)
Doing man good
Wish a man would
OTB like Death Row
And Big [?] is like Suge
Skizzy like Snoop
All you bitch niggas shook
But man is like Pac
Right now, they loving my raps
Thug life, check out the tats
And you know I don't f..ck with no rats
Snitch boys
All you little pussyholes deserve to get blam
Anyway, f..ck that
Real nigga's back, now this shit is a wrap
Tell the plug that I need more bricks
He the one that sponsor my vids
And that new whip
Soon cop me a new wrist
Big money, Switzerland shit
I've got this nigga's bitch on me
Come here, come sit on this dick
Ayy, I'm insane in the brain
I make the 'matic go flame
Bitch nigga, stay in your lane
Young, but I act like my age
What the f..ck is man saying?
I said you a nigga like I'm a nigga
But we ain't the same
Ayy, you ain't moved no class A
You pussies probably still shot grade
F..cker, get the f..ck out my face
What I'm on, you can't even partake
Peasant, you can't even parlay
Oh, [?] so immaculate
Look at her style, look at her smile
And she got a back with it
Everybody want her
I gotta roll with my strap and shit
Try it
Man'll blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap
(Don't try and move to my ting)
Voice so sweet
Come like she speaking the melody
I can't lie
I love it when she holla me
All the way up in the States
And she don't even bother me
I told her when I touch back
I'm gonna take her on a shopping spree
Oh, baby went and copped some bags
Daddy went and copped some swag
Oops, I mean a brand new Jag
Brand new wrist, nigga, check the tag
Got her ex-man pissed
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little niggas ain't shit
(Say it with your chest, nigga)
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little niggas just pricks
(Now and she thought they was bad, huh?)
Took these niggas' money, they ain't holding no chips (nope)
These niggas make me sick
F..ck it, let me roll up my spliff
Just got a shot for some whiff
Now my brain's on some whole next shit
About time I done copped me a crib
Thinking 'bout my son like
When he gets older, I'ma buy him shit
Better yet
I've gotta [?]
Look at this life I'm living
All my diamonds glistening
Looking like a man on a mission, hands on the mitten
Mittens on Smith &
Both hands on the shh
Come get yourself written (off)
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
(Wet him up
I warned you
Happy Halloween, you suckers)