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sus - drop him lyrics

[intro]
ay, ay

[verse 1]
don’t tell me ’bout stepping’s
stamp mans’ face right after i wet him
ching mans’ chest for screaming out “cumbo”
ching mans’ chest for screaming out “crescent”
can’t lie, verbal had me stressing
caught gsqueeze and taught him a lesson
true say anything peck get packed, it’s pending
soon see edge on a pendant
nutty got a chest shot at is own shoot
and his face got burnt on a harvey dent ting
bro’s too mad, don’t tempt his skeng
sk!llibeng him
send crocodile t++th at you and your leng ting
rip through coats, i see bare feathers
i ain’t even sure if it went in
gеt a good angle, find my entrance
swing ’til i propеrly drench him
dig, dig ’til my samurai bendin’
wigs, that’s where to aim to end him
switch, take the safety off the skeng ting
when i mention to your death, it’s trending, ay
buck into me, they’re sentenced
hope for a cure cos there’s no prevention
mention my dead bro for attention
k!ll that n+gga then mix him with benson
bill that n+gga then go k!ll another
i don’t just beef with jareers, try k!ll r1, ro and his brother
anything opp get got, f+ck colour
“h+llo auntie” to gh mother
ducked down all of her sons that summer
can’t find kash so i took his runner (neeow)
[verse: 2]
you don’t wan’ get bun by the force
get slapped by the dots, get stung by the scrops’
let’s tour, i’m grippin’ my sword
s took it off safety, s just put it in sport
circle the prey like jaws, i’m michael myers
leave that scene like a scene from saw
that was his final destination, left his camp, can’t say no more
cah the rest is history, left in the past
h+ll break loose when i put on this mask
bae, how your waist so slim with so much ass
and you’re bad with so much class
girl bad and boujee, tightest coochie, drop dead gorgeous dressed in gucci
golden booty, put two hands on the booty and make her scream sus like a groupie
got sticks, we fill it with stones
hit wigs, we drill it to k!ll it, then go
got a young g doing up trap
i gave him my shank, like go give drilling a go
you know, i done had the golden boot
’till broadday score, gotta give it to bro
i smoke mans cro and get in my zone
smoke mans cro and get in my zone

[verse: 3]
when i open your head, won’t make you woke
humpty dumpty, spill that yolk
just swing like pirates, sink man’s boat
ready the cannons, ahoy we go
if i’m on go then bros on go
vice+versa, anything goes for the folk
in skengs we tote are far from a joke
if broadday rolls then you’re gonna turn ghost
i’ll drill at a n+gga for free, but if he got blood on his head then i’ll toast him
bro’s in jail, just called my phone
like three way this, with the hoe he’s roastin’
splash and brag, love boastin’
show no emotions, get the ding dong in motion
them man trollin’, it’s cool
give us a drop like a spanish r, i’ll be rollin’
put new plates on the stolen
don’t bring phones, follow protocols like [?]
cell site got bro+bro doing cell life
i’m tryna hold on to our final moments
my lightie keep phoning ’till she get boning
goes to moaning ’til morning
try get lit on his block for a post
don’t die for a viral moment
[verse: 4]
hop out the german with the russian (gang)
what’s poppin’? drop him, no discussion (gang)
talk wass and feel the repercussions (gang)
been thuggin’, attitude disgustin’ (that’s right)
disgustin’ seen man leave their cousin (aw man)
that’s pressure, that’s pressure (aw man)
we step with two for good measure
x that chest, i’m diggin’ for treasure
can’t mix business with pleasure
bad b+tch wan’ come to the bando (bando)
if the police kickin’ the door right now
better know where the packs go
it was triple s, feeling like migos
sh+t, that’s 12, ay, run through the backdoor
none of the opps got backbone
buck into gang, and dash with the rambos (skrr)
neeks keep talk ’bout full clips
who’s getting bun by the waps? no one (who?)
neeks keep going on ruthless
who’s they thought, they put in a pack? no one (who?)
b+tch wanna sit in the pass’ and blow my weed
best tie your hair back and blow some
ain’t one n+gga that my n+gga told on
had rainbow bells and gold ones (bow)

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