Sus (feat. Mavo)

Bitch I'm the shit, I need diapers, the wettest whipers

I tried to fuck yo bitch, but that pussy tighter

My dick turned into some pliers

I fucked that bitch till she tired

I Say good bye you expired

I light blunt burn the tires

I never fucked with no cryers

I hate to conversate, I skip bullshit eat

The pussy like my mommas cake

Chew it up like it's a fatty steak

But fuck that shit, I need a break

I'm tryna smoke until the thoughts inside my head go blank...

Runnin', I'm runnin' right back to the bank

Gotta go get me the gwap, and the dank

I never stop when, the E on the tank

Got me the gas, I'm blowing the stank

Heard that you threatening me I've seen you bitch you droppable

I'd love to behead you my G don't worry might be possible

But when I shoot the addy, they ain't pulling up

We have 45s and 9s you come we shoot you up

I remember when nobody ever really fucked with me

I was the kid in the lunch room that didn't have a seat

Now they keep on hating but lowkey they wanna suck on me

Rappers ridin' dick, so all of you fucking sus to me

I remember when nobody ever really fucked with me

I was the kid in the lunch room that didn't have a seat

Now they keep on hating but lowkey they wanna suck on me

Rappers ridin' dick, so all of you fucking sus to me

And they all talkin' faker than the ones they next

To not hard to detect how I'm goin' out best

Of all with all they friends who pretend to lead the next cruise

Go apply the pressure to the next kids out the nest

Too quick to feel what less due to 'em

Microphone testin', monsoon flow the vessel

Nah, me never met you, street codes can never let you cheat

No, cannot affect my reload, my time so barrowed

Buried as a pharaoh, gotta let my feet grow

The narrow, my seat low, she head over heels and stilettos

The heat mode, the kettle when I need more

You dead though on sight, at dinner night Mavo, Gizmo, all that, yo