Suli - 7 & Grove

Suli
This some Suli shit, yeah (My god)
Uh huh
Look (My god)
I'm shocked by all the outlets of cash flow
Must stay on track cuz niggas adapted to packin gats when they cash low
Now Detangle that nap in yo afro
Im the chosen one so i deserve a pat on the back like I'm mac Jones
Backbones we moppin up
Lame niggas we knotting up
We gon have to share a babymama now im knocking up
And I give her the D like I'm locking up
Suli name bubbling like when poppin off the top with suds
I'm a mellow nigga dont go off a bunch
Used to have the zits a nigga face was built like chocolate crunch
Laugh at yourself cuz if you can't then you soft as fuck
Where I'm at, I'm lost as fuck
What's the price of holding up the trophy
Boy it cost a buck
Royalty, so even Suli coffin sarcophagus
Cautious in my every movement
Cuz if I'm moving stupid
Got some time I'm gon be doin
And you can judge a nigga call me villainous and mad
But Imma call it I'm willing to kill to get a bag
Climbin in to take ya capital and valuables
Anything that I can grab until my bag begin to add up
I got family to feed to
People on the streets
Do you need 2
Someone gotta be my baby santa
Occupations duckin me duckin me leave me goosenecked
So now i gots to thumb thru yo stuff ayo where yo shoes at??
We can either do this shit the easy way
So i can leave you see day
Or imma have to make the trigger pull back
Don't make me do that

Written by:
Sulaiman Mausi Jr.

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