Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sus pect agar
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
[Verse 2]
I nearly got shot three times, it's mad
But all of them was in self defence, it's mentz
Nuff times seen corn get sent, intense
When you're on the receiving end
They missed and I know they're pissed
Cah I'll come back again and again and again
Back then used to fill it with 6
Now we got new sticks, 25 in a 10
Just grab man, swing your zombie like a mad man
Stop saying "please", I thought you were a bad man
Sling that white like Spidey, call up Smiley
Cah he got links to the sandman
In the trap with Dave, not Santan
Feds wanna analyse songs and hang man
Not a racist lurk, I'm looking for black man
Don't need a vid to pack man
Black drills, black mask like Batman (It's Kosfinger, baby)
Black blade tryna find these jokers
They should've nicknamed these "Soakers"
Made man swim and some turn floaters
That ain't your girl, she bogus
Saved in my bredrin's phone as "Throaters"
We done up their batch, from youngers to olders
I terrorise them and they know this (Gang)
[Verse 3]
Mask on before the pandemic
Catch me a K before I catch COVID
How many opps caught a case and crumbled?
Free AR, never folded
Bro said, "Sus, you're the coldest
Just stick to your grind and focus"
Just wave it, hocus pocus
Pick off your meat like vultures (Gang)
[Verse 4]
Mask on before the pandemic
Catch me a K before I catch COVID
How many opps caught a case and crumbled?
Free AR, never folded
Bro said, "Sus, you're the coldest
Just stick to your grind and focus"
Just wave it, hocus pocus
Pick off your meat like vultures (Baow!)
[Verse 5]
Cause carnage, hit targets
Hit faces, closed casket
Opps get cheffed and left on the side like garbage
For all that trash they was talkin'
They know whose guns been barking
Trust me, gang not your average artist
I could paint you a pic with the blood that's spilt
But it might get me more charges
Don't fuck with pigs and vermin
'Round here 999 is a no-no-no
Boy, we don't speak German
Black tracksuit, tryna put 'em in black suits
Preacher reading sermons
Your gangdem reading eulogies
But they ain't been out here lurkin'
What's in the bag costs more than a Birkin
Told SY, "Let's go gliding"
Said, "Sobah, let's go lurking"
T.Scam kick down door for the chickens
He's half yardie, he loves jerkin'
We love gun slapping, chinging, trapping
Get a new slab in, chop it, slang it
It's still on the O, my blanco vanish
You'd know if you know some Spanish
[Verse 6]
Mask on before the pandemic
Catch me a K before I catch COVID
How many opps caught a case and crumbled?
Free AR, never folded
Bro said, "Sus, you're the coldest
Just stick to your grind and focus"
Just wave it, hocus pocus
Pick off your meat like vultures (Gang)
[Verse 7]
Mask on before the pandemic
Catch me a K before I catch COVID
How many opps caught a case and crumbled?
Free AR, never folded
Bro said, "Sus, you're the coldest
Just stick to your grind and focus"
Just wave it, hocus pocus
Pick off your meat like vultures (Baow!)
[Verse 8]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Written by: Oliver Seyed Nazemi, sus pect agar