SusChike lyrics

[Intro: AzChike]
(DJ Flippp, make the money flip)

[Verse 1: AzChike]
Ayy, I'm with the SusGurb, enough of her, b*tch, I ain’t talking
Lucky like I’m green but I ain’t never been in Boston
Balling, chilling with the shooter, you the target
And, yes, I got that gas like a fat n*gga farted, hold on

[Verse 2: Almighty Supect & AzChike]
I just popped out and slid on them n*ggas
You a yee, I'm a goon, b*tch, I’m big to these n*ggas
No peace in the streets, put that cig on these n*ggas
We gon' find where they stay, get to dig on these n*ggas (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: AzChike]
Hey, Ray Charles fig on a n*gga
Too many shooters, put a bid on a n*gga
Six feet deep, I gotta dig on a n*gga
You dig? He a b*tch, put a wig on a n*gga

[Verse 2: Almighty Suspect]
Everything in my clip, b*tch, it’s lethal
Who peaceful? We smoke a n*gga first, ain’t no sequel, deceitful
Thinking that I’m cool? b*tch, I’m evil
I came with a demon, you tryna shoot people
[Verse 3: AzChike]
Hey, fifty on my feet with the eyes, b*tch stare, huh
Yes, I air it out, huh, leave him in the air, you a square
Bareback, b*tch, I’m wild like a bear, huh
b*tch, I'm the truth and I wish a n*gga dare

[Verse 4: Almighty Suspect]
Pack a n*gga out, b*tch, the gang ain’t fair
He just called for his n*ggas but his gang ain’t there
n*ggas really tripping, I don’t hang with squares
Got his b*tch on my di*k, see these rings, she stare

[Outro: AzChike & Almighty Suspect]
Ayy, I'm with the SusGurb, enough of her, b*tch, I ain’t talking
Lucky like I’m green but I ain’t never been in Boston
Balling, chilling with the shooter, you the target
And, yes, I got that gas like a fat n*gga farted, hold on
I just popped out and slid on them n*ggas
You a yee, I'm a goon, b*tch, I’m big to these n*ggas
No peace in the streets, put that cig on these n*ggas
We gon' find where they stay, get to dig on these n*ggas