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almightysuspect – backstreets lyrics

[intro: alightysuspect]
on the gang, on the gang

[hook: almightysuspect]
b+tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n+gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat

[verse 1: almightysuspect]
b+tch, what the f+ck n+ggas mean?
i was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team
on the gang, n+gga you’s a nerd and a lame
i’ma join in this, n+ggas never x my name, stupid
i’m the sh+t and they knew it
the b+tch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it’s over
and they know i keep blower
you don’t talk bands, n+ggas broke, need loaners, b+tch
i ain’t never been no poser
pulled out them bands on that b+tch, had to show her
this something light but i get way colder
you was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet
i’m the man in these streets
i was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, b+tch
n+ggas can’t tell me sh+t
n+ggas wanna act dumb ’til we flip his whole whip

[hook: almightysuspect]
b+tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n+gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat

[verse 2: chiico]
look, look
i ain’t never letting off, applying pressure to gang
a couple n+ggas got popped, i ain’t saying no names
i got a .40 with a stick and it play no games
for my side, i’ma ride, you n+ggas know my lane, look
when i’m rolling then that blower get to blowing
i done took a couple l’s but a n+gga got focused
i ain’t folding, b+tch you better understand the motion
if i ever hit your block then the n+gga got folded, like b+tch
if i’m tripping, ain’t no going back
all this money that i’m getting got me throwing racks
if i let this thing rip, it ain’t no coming back
all this designer got yo b+tch wanna throw it back
every n+gga know the code for a street n+gga
kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, n+gga
i been plotting on a mil, i gotta eat n+gga
to the grave i’ma die a real street n+gga

[hook: almightysuspect]
b+tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n+gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n+gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat

- almightysuspect lyrics

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