suv

Lyrics

[Intro: thr33] (I will always love you) Gang Gang (Fuck you, nigga!) Already know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Me and 'racks in this bitch again Fuck you talkin' bout Yu-yuh [Verse: thr33] Top of the morning tryna get a bitch Me and 'racks, we havin' them sticks She want me for bread, she think I'm a trick (On god) Now be a good dog, and motherfuckin' sit (Like sit) These bitch ass niggas gon' make me sick That fake ass gang, you ain't makin' no shit You ain't trappin' for real, that shit ain't legit Got banana clip on my gun, make that boy split And these .223 bullets hit your upper lip (I've never even been to Saks) (I've never been to–) (Bitch ass nigga) You talkin' that hot shit, nigga step behind it You don't get what I'm sayin', so bitch never mind it My Glock sing beautiful songs like Justin Boy better shut the fuck up, who you cussin'? R-r-run up on gang, better say your goodbyes C-crawl back, nigga, like motherfuckin' flies [?] to his neck, I wasn't really surprised Tryna get out the hood, it's a trap But it's a part of me, I ain't tryna leave it I seen shit, you won't believe it (You won't) Y-you want a pat on the back 'cause you rappin' 'bout shit you ain't did? Kudos I-It's just me and twin on the field, if I see him, I'ma pass it to you know (Yes) [Verse 2: luracks] He gon' pass it to me Love my twin, so I'm slidin' with thr33 I'm loose screw when I put on my ski I'm with sharks, deep under the sea Dumbass law think I'm takin' the plea Sent the pack off to Tennessee On the side of the scat, it's a bee Me, thr33, Smoke hop out, SUV Smoke got more Tecs than referees OG plug look like Kid Capri I'm with slimes, keep thinkin' shit sweet Flying in 'Cat, 'finna fall out the seat Calumet block boy, I'm tough as concrete He don't know it's Gen 5 underneath Catch his hat, leave him dead on the street [Verse 3: Smokingskul] Nigga-nigga tryna get smoked Make him sign to 1017 These niggas Tnickelss, niggas Dream I'm in a heli off a Kobe bean (Kobe bean) I do not fuck with niggas, Charleston White (What?) These niggas really ass, I don't get the hype (I don't get that hype) Damn Ki-kick down that door, we is not polite Yeah (What he say?) These niggas really hiding to the light We gon'-we gon' do the U like NCAA Chop-chop with the leg, they hit a parlay Hang a-hang a nigga off the roof like Wale Get a nigga gone like the CIA