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Sus Pe Ct
Songwriter
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ElevateMadeThis
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Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little emotions. In... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every **** get checked like Louis V
I heard what the **** wanna do to me (Look, look)
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
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Ayy
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Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"
Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart
No mask, but I can't let him go past
Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every **** get checked like Louis V
I heard what the **** wan' do to me
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)
He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)
Why you think they all feel me? (Why)
I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)
Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy
Interruptin' my killstreak
City Of God, this real G
Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"
I was with Skatts and the real Zee
Kidnap yutes 'cah the **** tried steal P's
And we turned all the white girls into lil freaks
Don't shoot blanks 'cah we shoot back real sweets
Back my sh- Back my shank in an instant
Concrete Jungle, Animal Instinct
Black blade, like bad news let it sink in
Sinkin', swing my ramz where you're thinkin'
Pimpin', fuck his hoe 'cah he's simpin'
Spin ting, send some shots while they're drinkin'
Impulse, spin that block off a inkling
My reaper senses are tinglin'
We don't care if you're a Kingpin
That's just more of a reason to pitch him
Bang your doors if you're listenin', listenin'
Free my dargs in the system
Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"
Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart
No mask, but I can't let him go past
Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every **** get checked like Louis V
And I heard what the **** wan' do to me
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)
He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)
Why you think they all feel me? (Why)
I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)
Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy
Interruptin' my killstreak
City Of God, this real G
Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"
Red flag, black blade and chrome
Blue lights, fuck a red light, go
That's a opp, jackpot, get hit with gold
It's hot, it burns, and it turns you cold
Brown powder, white and yellowish stones
Get sold for the pink and purple notes
Green light, my man gotta go
Green light, now you're on death row
Ay, neckshot turned man fountain
Chest-chestshot internally drowned him
Choke him, leave that punk where we found him
Out in the open, hopin' the doctor close him
Strapped in a public outing, see him in public
Fuck it, back it, smoke him
Scam, don't need too much to provoke him
Don't G check, he got the G-Lock
Bro been barking, ain't from GBlock
Yevz AG bopped and pressured P-Block
Scratched bro on the hand and claimed a face shot
Please ask your big bro to take his tee off
Peed off, 'cah they keep lyin' with ease
Like, who you tryna deceive?
It can't be hoes, they see us beat shots
And watch us skeet off, and splash up them neeks
Big man on TikTok givin' out burgers
Fish O Filet, ****, please
You ain't even cut one person
But I done fillet a fish when I got down Squeeze
****, please, he was a Waterz fish
But he got fished in the C
****, please (****, please)
Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"
Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart
No mask, but I can't let him go past
Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every **** get checked like Louis V
And I heard what the **** wan' do to me
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
Like why them **** wan' kill me? (Why)
He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)
Why you think they all feel me? (Why)
I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)
Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy
Interruptin' my killstreak
City Of God, this real G
Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"
Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"
Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart
No mask, but I can't let him go past
Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every **** get checked like Louis V
And I heard what the **** wan' do to me
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
(They put money on my head, that ain't new to me)
(They put money on my head, that ain't new to me)
Written by: Sus Pe Ct