No Subs Just Meth ft. The Suspect Allegedly Lyrics

Uh, you all gotta die now. Sorry

It ain't personal

Gotta be, though

Right

Get out

What up, suspect

Grew up in the slums, now I'm dumb set

Bums count with they thumbs, and got one left

Comes on her tongue, she only done when I come next

Hums like a trumpet, I'm one with the sunset

When it's risen, there's a mission I ain't done yet

Cataclysm with a rhythm, that's a funk flex

Droppin' bombs on them, like what's wrong with our government

It's all love, then they wanna judge when the funds spent

Though they never really had it to begin with

They just talk a lot of shit, like run-on sentences

Lit in your britches, but it's all about the Benjamins

You need to be more timid, or start livin' what your image is

Shit, dog, I had to breathe a minute

So fuckin' dope, make a fent, junkie reach his limit

Don't mean to boast, but when he smoke, gonna need a minute

Then when he has hope, I'm gonna open up a fuckin' free clinic

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

Boutyy Johnson, The Suspect on the microphone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

Bouty Johnson, the suspect on the microphone

What up, Bouty Johnson? Howdy, partner

I'm not from around these parts, and everything around is toxic

And what about suboxone? Is that the drug they're takin

The one that got him shakin? Seen him on the ground and floppin

I feel like a fish out of water

Everywhere I go, it's like this shit's out of order

Draw full of pills for my list of disorders

Building up where I live like a hoarder

But I don't give a fuck about the shit

About the government corruption, or if Trump's about to win

I got real problems, something's gotta give

If I'm evicted in a month, I'll be a bum without a crib

Court doesn't bother me, my life is like a sort of anthology

Short stories about the horror of poverty

They want our apartments, there's no affordable property

All the zombies walk in, call it dawn of the poppy seeds

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

No suboxone, it's just methadone

Bouty Johnson, the Suspect on the microphone