Suge Remix

LETRA

Suge Remix

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)
I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug
And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)
You think you the shit? I think you a bitch
Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)
These niggas'll trip, your homie's a snitch
You'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit up Tory and told him I know you don't like me but f*** it I'm over the beef (Word)
Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave him some soda and bleach (Haha)
They said Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft
Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)
Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch I'm a dog
Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blah)
Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blah)
If I do not make a few million this year then I might just go back to the hustlin'
I got me some product and I ain't gonna hide it
I might just start trappin' in public
I might go to prison and free all my niggas
That's word to Harriet Tubman
Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? (Grra)
Why do you have so much talent and benefits?
Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?
A.D.H.D. is a social experiment
Who pay attention the most when they hearin' it?
You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it
This is my moment and no one is sharin' it
Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets
I promise I vary the fun (Yeah)
If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it
I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), all you get buried in silence
The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I think I'm so high, I could marry a pilot
I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, it's scary and violent
I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens (Buh, buh)
I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother (Woo)
Joyner got too many problems (Word)
I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your mama (Yeah)
I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty
But f*** it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my ni***, Hakuna Matata
I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white tee (Buh)
I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes (Grra, grra)
I roll with some hitters, I know you don't like me
I shit on you niggas, now bring me some wipeys (Grra, grra)
You think I'm a killer? Well maybe I might be
I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me (Buh)
I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty
Get pu*** and money, it barely excites me
I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
F*** all you pricks
You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
When she get horny, she think of my dick
When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
'Til I fuc*** up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo, woo, woo)
Then I got me some money to get me a crib
And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)
I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
If Freddy and Jason had babies, my ni*** I promise then that would be me (Word)
Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny, I think I'm attracted to bees
They told me that I changed, I looked in the mirror like what the f*** happened to me?
Ever since I done came up, these niggas been so in their feelings
They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em
Tell me you proud but you know that you jealous
The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it
You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow
And that's how I'm feelin', put that on the Bible
Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta
Now turn the fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media
And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a ni*** heating up
I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
But I'm 'bout to slow a ni*** breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
I go to hell, I f*** a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
To beat a ni*** with Adidas 'til I f*** the sneakers up (Yeah)
I'll sucker-punch you when I'm sneakin' up
You couldn't see me but I had to hit 'em like a meteor (Boom, boom, boom)
And make 'em giddy up, to get the trunk
And I went from nothing to somethin'
I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away (Brrratat)
And like every day that I'm bustin' I'm putting one in your stomach
I got 'em jumping and running, you better cover and duck (Brrratat)
And I'm not the one to be fuc*** with
I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to (Brrratat)
There's gonna be repercussions
The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin' When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody better call the ambulance for the E-M-T (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
Bet I roll up on a ni*** with a G-M-C (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Get to clappin' on the mental, bitter E-N-D
Call the plug, tell him that I want at least ten keys
Now I'm back in business, E-P-M-D (Woo)
Couldn't walk in my shoes with a street stampede
Can't walk this way I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale
Had to switch position from the kitchen ni***, I was flippin' like a spatula there
Pretty Ricky with them bitches when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair
Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo
I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set
And I'm back off the layover, payover way over niggas
No slumber but a ni*** stay over, ni***
Your bitch is with me to the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"
Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah)
I got a little me, he call me based God like brring ding ding
Got a main dame, Audemar and that's my main thang
Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she playin' plain, so we call her plain Jane
Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang
Nigga please, I got old ni*** cheese, y'all got old ni*** knees
Can't let a faux ni*** roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho ni*** leave man
Y'all niggas know a ni*** T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got pores and the Os
For the free off of the fee, if a ni*** throw a couple Gs get a little ni*** smoke for the free, man
One five 'oh for a show ni***, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies
Niggas hatin' have a goner with those enemies
And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze
I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood
But no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy could blow 40 Gs
Still come back who the f*** lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang ni***
I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang ni***
Do your thing ni***, hoppin' in the Mulsanne
Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank ni***
Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?
Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, ni***
Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, ni*** can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'
See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her
I'm a dominator, moderator, pass your chick like hot potato
Police not-cooperator
I won't tolerate a bitch she talkin' crazy, not me lil' ni***
I be on the beach with the C little ni***
I been triplin' enough to double some trees, little ni***
Livin' it up with the women up in these, little ni***
Give it up all my niggas is talkin' to havin', niggas stuck
I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket
I been whippin' these bitches stickin' out my dick in public, they be lickin it'
Nigga done get to familiar fuckin'
I be fuckin' these women in ten percent tinted windows
And I'm yellin' and tellin' they gotta get-a-get to steppin'
I'm reppin' Umbrella forever my niggas in a bundle
I'm fly as propellers, you jealous
Whenever a ni*** comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup an' relish on a bun
I got the money to fund the winners when I want it
And when I want it I wanna feel like it you can't front on us
I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it
And as long as I gotta put my hands all on her she said: "Hands to the air'', 'til it landed on her
I said damn, had to put it in her head I ain't droppin' no bread
This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hoes in the Coupe 'til the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
When I'm gone in a poof, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth
They be knowin' I be showin' up with proof
Any faux ni***, any hoe ni***, any low joe schmo ni*** better know
When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, ni***
And my little bitch type thick, uh
Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh
Out of sanction like a high kick, uh
Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click
All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick
Let that pistol put that boy in a Heimlich
I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin
Nigga I'm back in the buildin' applyin' the pressure spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin'
Numbers so fuckin' hot you think I died in the desert came back to f*** up your entire endeavour
You tryin' me? Never, your squad will get shot up for tryin' be clever
My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' 'em better give 'em a choice
Which one you want die with, the Nine or Beretta?
I'm sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper
I like when I'm cold I shoot a ni*** make 'em die in December
You been a bitch as long as I can remember
You say that shit gay and them niggas keep talkin'
I promise to silence your members and quiet your temper
While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim
I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up and send a shooter that'll fly off your rental
I promise I'm high on my mental might think it's a setup and find me a ni***
Might line that ni*** for the paper let the heater get to foldin'
Origami the ni*** the Louie luggage
Bustin', damier ni*** but true we thuggin' no insomnia ni***
I'm really a top 3

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Man hold on I'm rappin' too much man
F*** this shit.

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