Suge (remix) Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[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 ahead 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 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 (Woof) 

Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blow) 

Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blow) 

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 

Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? 

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're 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 

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 

I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes 

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 

I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty 

Get pussy and money, it barely excites me 

You read it, 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 think of 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 

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 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 

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 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 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' 

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 nigga with a G-M-C 

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 nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there 

Pretty Ricky with them bitches when I'm hittin' long as a trip I'm spectacular here 

Here shit light shit, white whip open up 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 nigga stay over, nigga 

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 got me based God like brring ding ding 

Got a main dame, Audemar that's my main thang 

Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she playin' plain so we call her plain Jane 

Overhaul, let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in a chain gang 

Nigga please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got old nigga knees 

Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the hoe nigga leave man 

Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got pores and the Os 

For the free off of the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs get a little nigga smoke for the free, man 

One five 'oh for a show nigga, 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 fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang nigga 

I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang nigga 

Do your thing nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne 

Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank nigga 

Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what? 

Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga 

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga 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' nigga 

I be on the beach with the C little nigga 

I been triplin' enough to double some trees, little nigga 

Livin' it up with the women up in these, little nigga 

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 nigga 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 nigga, any hoe nigga, any low joe schmo nigga better know 

When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga 

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 fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga 

Might line that nigga for the paper let the heater get to foldin' 

Origami the nigga the Louie luggage 

Bustin', damier nigga but true we thuggin' no insomnia nigga 

I'm really a top 3 

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