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[intro: 2smokeyy]
hey
plugged in
fumez the engineer
abg
free hitman
free broadday
free armed response
anything goes
ayy
bow

[verse 1: suspect]
if you hear last words like shh you nerd
go gulag and ride your bird
2 skengs that might get put in a benz
if you hear it skrr bow skrr
man open chest i don’t want treasure
chinged his head and made him duh
are you f_cking dumb?
get chinged for fun
they ain’t bad boys see all of them run
run, run when the mandem come
suttin got smoked by smokeyy’s gun
right now they got tscam locked for 2 to endanger life
feds want us gone
this zk strong it’s oh so long
this .44 long could k!ll king kong
left him [?] and that’s not right
it’s only right that he went out wrong
tryna get from a to b
now i find myself doing laps of the c
gear in d ’till pets on e
i don’t give a f i’ll pack your g
h my n_gga press that trigger
ching that chest and done it like me
done it like i blood on my j’s that night
courtesy of my mindi
[verse 2: 2smokeyy]
i was raised in the a ’round guns and bl!ckies
now the gang got buns like the bb pin
live in the c we put holes in tees
but d shot first and slapped my tool
it was ee then lyca to lyca
but f lyca because the service sh_t
step with g’s in the ride like keke
we got backs in the 156
free up h my brodie a hitman
when he takes freedom it’s nothing but drillings
allah’s my witness
i left blood on my jeans
got my rambo leaking gruesome
juice him k’s an attempted k!ll
two l’s up tryna find these fill em’s
went for the m on every yute that banged
and civilians screamin’ out no don’t k!ll him
i was in the p like purgers purgers
smoking the q with yes my seven
[?] got get him
screamed ahh when stabbed and p_ssed that i jumped his bredrin
play st man sad with nothing like me
i’ll step and bench it
drench him new bells test it press it
leave man plankin i f_ck with your benchin’
[verse 3: suspect]
we catch k’s and they take l’s
so we got m’s while we ring bells
straight in o unless you got p’s
smoked your rent best scr_pe these scales
weigh your word don’t chat too loose
gave him 14 like two q’s
make man scream out ahh when s’d
then hit up the t then billed that yute
i got confidence in my knifework
but i can’t same the about you
bunch of v’s when it comes to works
chinged up bare i packed a few
in ‘019 we got 2 w’s
this year suttin else got x
like why do they hate suspect?
cah bare of their friends got put in my z

[verse 4: 2smokeyy]
shh got block like wakanda
black like panther
might see a sparkle like vvs
thought was wwe ’till man got done in his head, neck, chest
they give verbal we ride on them
gang need us a movie we x off men
why do the paigons love give verbal
when the gang bang chief keef on them
more time man turn up with the turner
sh_t gets turn up boom bye bye
all man heard was du_du_du, du_du_du
tyre screech up thought my man died
usual suspect zk specialist
man got packed tryna be that guy
i was locked up when [?] died
i laughed out loud ’til i nearly cried
[verse 5: suspect]
2 g’s in the front 3 g’s in the back
we’re tryna turn something from 5th to a pack
two hands on a 12 two drillers in the back
i’m way too charged i’m itching to crash
bro said sus you’re way too rash
i can’t help it i’m itching to scratch
it went through his chest and come out his back
and the other way round how [?] got whacked
one smacking the back one pulling the braid
she scream suspect like an i.d. parade
i don’t want cuffs just give me brain
put [?] in straight forward plane
don’t want legs just ching that brain
brodie’s known for the wickedest aim
n_ggas get famous after they die
so come my way if you want that fame

[verse 6: 2smokeyy]
i might call this b sharquisa
the nitty ko’d when they took this bujj
they call when they need my help
i’m a local hero like robin hood
24’s flying them like peter
i’m the captain of my camden hood
anywhere goes wallahi i’m good
we’re the reason the jareers are shook
still get around with the tee on my face
holy shanked on an opp boy sane
kickback b i don’t dance in a rave but i’ll still cut shapes in a paigon’s face
do it like wesley double the blade
or bismillah and then load that dotty
man doing it no face no case
stay stay biggin’ up fillin’ up them graves

[outro]
fumez the engineer

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