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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
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sus
sus
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Suspect 2smokey
Suspect 2smokey
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suspect 2smokey
Suspect 2smokey
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Ever hear last words like, "Shh, you nerd"
Go gulag and ride your bird
Two skengs in a Merc', get put in a Benz
If you hear it skrrt, bow, skrrt
Man open chest, I don't want treasure
Chinged his head and made him dirt
Are you fuckin' dumb?
Get chinged for fun
They ain't bad boys, see all of them run
Run, run when the man dem come
Somethin' got smoked by Smokey's gun
Right now they got TScam locked for two to endanger life
Feds want us gone
This ZK's strong, it's also long
This .44 long, could kill King Kong
Left his bro and that's not right
It's only right that he went out wrong
Tryna get from A to B
Now I find myself doin' laps in the C
Gear in D 'til pet's on E
I don't give a F, I'll pack your G
H my ****, I'll press that trigger
Ching that chest and done it like me
Done it like I
Blood on my J's that night courtesy of my Mindi
I was raised in the A 'round guns and blades
Now the gang got buns like the BB ping
Live in the C, we put holes in tees
D shot first and then I slapped my ting
It was E-E, then Lyca to Lyca
But F Lyca, cau' the service shit
Step with G's in the ride like Keke
We got packs in the 156
Free up H, my brodie a hitman
When he tastes freedom, it's nothin' but drillin's
Allah's my witness
I left blood on my J's and my Rambo leakin' gruesome
Juice him, K's and attempted ****
Two **** up, tryna find these villains
Went for the M on every yute that I banged on
Civilians, criminals, bang, kill him
I was in the **** like purgers purgers
Smokin' a Q with Yevz, my seven
**** Gon' get him
Screamed out ah when I **** and pissed
I jammed on his bredrin
Playin' S-T, man S-A-D
You ain't nothin' like me, I'll step and bench him
Drench him, new bells, test it, press it
Leave man plankin', like fuck what you're benchin'
We catch K's and they take L's
So we got M's, why we ring bells
Straight N-O unless you got P's
You smoked your rent, best scrape these scales
Weigh your words, don't chat too loose
Gave him fourteen like two Q's
Make man scream out ah with S
Then hit up the T and billed that yute
I got confidence in my knifework
But I can't say the same 'bout you
Bunch of V's when it comes to works
Chinged up bare and packed a few
In '019 we got two W's
This year somethin' else got X'ed
Like why do they hate Suspect?
Cau' bare of their friends got put in my Z
Treat opp block like Wakanda
Black like panther
Might see a sparkle like VVS
Thought it was WWE
Till man got done in his head, neck, chest
They give verbal, we ridin' on dem gang
Need us a movie, we X-ing men
Why do the pagans love give verbal?
Cau' gang bang-bang, Chief Keef on dem
More time man turn up with the turner
Shit gets turn up, boom, bye-bye
All man heard was "Du-du-du, du-du-du"
Tyre screech, I thought my man died
Usual suspect, ZK specialist
Man got packed tryna be that guy
I was locked up when **** died
I laughed out loud till I nearly cried
Two G's in the front, three G's in the back
We're tryna turn somethin' from **** to a pack
Two hands on a twelve, two Duracell batt's
I'm way too charged, I'm itchin' to crash
Bro said, "Sus, you're way too rash"
I can't help it, I'm itchin' to scratch
It went through his chest and come out his back
And the other way 'round when *** got whacked
One smackin' her back, one pull on her braid
She scream Suspect like a I.D. parade
I don't want cuffs, just give me brain
Put **** in his paper plane
Don't want legs, just ching that brain
Broadday's known for the wickedest aim
**** get famous after they die
So come my way if you want that fame
I might call this B Sharkeisha
The nitty KO'd when he took this bujj
They call when they need for my help
I'm a local hero like Robin Hood
.24's flyin' dem like Peter
I'm the captain in my Camden Hood
Anywhere goes, wallahi, I'm good
We're the reason the Jareers are shook
Still get around with the tee on my face
Holy, shanked on a opp we seen
Kickback B, I don't dance in the rave
But I'll still cut shapes in a pagan's face
Do it like Wesley, double the blade
Or Bismillah and then load that dotty
Man doin' it, no face, no case
They stay diggin' up, fillin' up them graves
Written by: Suspect 2smokey, Tarik Hemici

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