Nuage~Soul X SWANE1000 - Suicide Squad

Yea Yea
Aye Aye I'm just letting this bih ya know wat I'm saying
Yea Yea faded Real faded
Boy you won't do nun won't even shoot nun
I'm getting munyun
Suburban living now but check the resume jitt really came out the slums
Every strap it got extensions or drums
Last nigga tried it they folded his arms
Raised around the ones who bout it foreal
Raised around the ones who done it foreal
In real situations I ain't never squeal
Jit can't even do it he ain't pop no pill
Everywhere I go I keep me the steel
God knows this shit can get real
They say its weird my attraction to bills
Can't even see you my eyes on mills
No ice on neck still get chills
He say it platinum his shit really steel
He tryna fake it till he make it
Dawg that ain't how Im choosing to live
Still gone rack up for my fam
Ya don't fuck with'em Ion give no dam
Free my big bro out that jam
14 they put the throw away in my hand
I'm just playing iono what I'm saying
Took off with his percs I ain't never land
I'm really wicked ain't too much sparing
I feel cornered then I'm spraying
Too real to ever cross bout a bitch
You really fam if you fucking with this
These niggas be talking tough shit on the internet
Then be switching playing the victim I don't get it
Got shot through his dental n his mental
I know some niggas who'll call that a two for one
This shit here crazy they just upping the sco'
Say that he with it, He lying bout it
I know like three-four niggas with no bodies
Get on tracks n they rap bout it
He wanna be a plug so bad
But jit like that motherfucking uhm
The little... The little plastic thang you know what I'm saying
It just be covering shit blocking shit
You don't even do nun don't even move nun
Oh yea boy that shit there fire let me hit that shit too though
Aye Aye
If you get in the way I know what gone move ya
It ain't no question bout it ya I'ma shooter
You barking on the internet like a dog
I pull on the street n run over that poodle
That nigga a pussy I'ma leave him stanking
He gone need'em more than a douche
Pop out on him in the middle of the night
He thought it was a possum stank in the bush
Aye I know some niggas who didn't make it home off of them home invasions
I told my mama ha son a demon she still praying for ha baby
Aye keep the carbon on me that's the street code
Keep a condom on me for these freak ho's
Taking xans n percs I ain't sleep no
All these drugs make me go in beast mode
Metal on me I can't walk through a metal detector
She took a perky n that pussy get wetter
She want to slurp me up I never even met ha
I'm rolling in traffic trapping out a Jetta
I gotta watch how I move I know that these niggas tryna make a move on me
I can't even sleep it four in the morning hit the window with that .223
Niggas popping till I pull up pull out that pistol I make them shit they self
I was really poor in them projects I couldn't get no help
You'll never relate cause ya fake you tried to be real to late
I burned a lot of bridges I make them bitches disintegrate
I'm popping pills, I'm picking through perkies, pouring up purple potions
My double cup on full I pour four in a deuce that's double dosing
My trap house it be constantly booming I'm having plenty motion
I prolly dropped some bombs in yo city ya I made yo explosion
Ain't no pistols inside that county yo boy be getting folded
And you ain't even ride for ya nigga like yo car engine bloated
My cousin told me snakes all in the grass but I already mowed it
The only thing you born n die with is your soul n you done sold it

Written by:
Dayvontae Parker, Jahmari Joseph

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