SUGE (Freestyle) ft. Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez Lyrics

SUGE (Freestyle) ft. Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez - Bousmara Division N°1

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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 a trip, your homie's a snitch

He'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 fuck 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 gon' 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'm very defiant (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), or 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)

When niggas be hatin', I tell them, "No worries my nigga, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me

I'm ready, don't try me, so bow

Fuck 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 tickle my dick

When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich

'Til I fucked 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 nigga 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 fuck 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

Don't tell me you proud when 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 nigga heating up

I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it

But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)

I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough

To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck 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 and one (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 fucked 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