Suicide Squad lyrics

[Intro]
What's good n*gga

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
I bet some will fall when this winner spring
I'm saucing, I'm all in these b*tches dreams
My money long as a limousine
Blue strips on these hundreds ain't Listerine
I'm good with the flow and I'm good with the mop
How I'm balling, I'm feeling like Mr. Clean
I be lit every step like I'm Billie Jean
If I light up a square, it ain't nicotine

[Verse 2: Wuntayk Timmy]
Smith & Wesson turn 'em smithereens
Movie n*ggas like a silver screen
Shooters with me, I'm so di*kie V
Man, these Goofy n*ggas ain't gon' Mickey me
I'm a groovy n*gga, I'm in hippie peace
I mean a piece on my hip, I just 60'd the clip
I been lit for a grip, they won't give me the slip
I won't go back and forth, man, these n*ggas'll trip

[Verse 3: No Fatigue]
How I slide in the clips, how I slide in your b*tch
Don't want my n*ggas to tweak like a glitch
Dance with blue faces but I'm not a Crip
I got that green in my bag like a zip
I'm in the game, tryna give me a ring
Warriors hot, n*ggas hate on the team
Yo' b*tch be cheating, I come in between
Lowkey a fan, she might c*m in her jeans
[Verse 4: Talley of 300]
All the way solid like concrete, no statue, n*gga
You don't wanna get it crackin'
Make me come out my shell, I'ma catch you, n*gga
Yeah, I don't play them games
Up and get to guessin', that's taboo, n*gga
Yeah, it's like the .40 just ain't got no trust
It won't put nothing past you, n*gga

[Verse 5: Montana of 300]
Bret hart with my shades on
I'm just sitting back like a sharpshooter
I'ma invest the money on a talent
Like Mark Cuban tryna guard Luka
I'm the flyest killer with a TEC and dripping
I'm the definition of a sharpshooter
Bet I drop 'em all
Wet up everybody in ya whip, n*gga, that's carpooling

[Verse 6: Wuntayk Timmy]
That mean everybody ride when it's working time
Suits and perfect ties, used to burglarize
See it still, just like I got burglar's eyes
Need a mil', that's a drink, burger, fries
Heavy on the sauce, baby
Shoutout to my haters, look what y'all made me
Blitz can get two points, off safety
Street n*gga, baby, better cross safely
[Verse 7: No Fatigue]
Ooh, sauce I'm dripping, she see that I'm cooler
Shine like a diamond, I think I'm a jeweller
One in the head but it ain't a tumor
Play and you can get around like a rumour
I know it's real, came far for a loser
n*ggas be watching and drawing conclusions
Was riding 'round, get money like Ubers
I'm spitting crack, shoutout all the consumers

[Verse 8: Talley of 300]
Yeah, throw up my ball, let my dog bury ya
Don't get left in the dirt
Then I go bag your b*tch like a dog carrier
Yeah, get right in her purse
Wipe that look off your face 'fore I make up your mind
Your choice for heads or tails like do or die
Been the chief like I play for U of I
This water get deep and I'm megalodon

[Verse 9: Montana of 300]
Two hoes on my D tryna trap me
Before I go deeper than black street
Run it up with my team like a track meet
Can't let the pus*y or haters distract me
Countin' bread, gettin' head in the backseat
Laughin' at n*ggas that said they gon' jack me
If they pop up, bet these Glocks up
'Bout to bust at they face, it ain't acne
[Verse 10: Wuntayk Timmy]
Oh, he think he the sh*t? Exactly
Give me head 'cause I rap, she Iraqi
I'm ahead of 'em, lapping 'em actually
I got federal crack on my rap sheet
Trying to fill up the bag, I'm a black sheep
I'm NSYNC with them boys on the backstreets
Call Kevorkian come and poison the trap please
I can't flip with these clowns, that's trapeze

[Verse 11: No Fatigue]
Clowns like It, man these n*ggas be extra
Bowl and be shootin', I'm just a director
Hop on the track, get it jumping like Drexler
n*ggas be pus*y, I call him Sylvester
In yo' b*tch head, call me the Professor
These b*tches do what I want like Alexa
Yo' b*tch gon' starve when she doin' our text up
b*tch to my b*tch, she fed, I ex'd her

[Verse 12: Talley of 300]
It's clear to see
That I got that light like a greenhouse
And if it's beef
Then sh*t gettin' smoked like a meathouse
Yo' b*tch a freak
And I fit yo' dog with no dream house
Dirty as could be
Don't make me go get that mop and come clean house

[Verse 13: Montana of 300]
b*tch, I'm independent, f*ck your 360
So much spinning, I should be dizzy
I'm that fly guy with the Foamposites
And the gum bottom like my feet sticky
Diamonds dancing like they P. Diddy
Ain't a damn thing sweet with me
When this dream chaser catch you n*ggas sleeping
Boy I swear to god it ain't Meek Milly

[Verse 14: Wuntayk Timmy]
Gloves off, I beat the beat silly
Hip-Hop is looking weak really
So I'm taking charge like I plead guilty
Taking charge like I'm defending
Foreign car, got a freak with me
That frequently go deep with me
Had to move the b*tch, b*tch Free Willy
She a lunatic, like free city

[Verse 15: No Fatigue]
Champion like Meek Milly
Fresh Prince but not from West Philly
Stack more, spend less really
n*ggas sad, no X really
Slide like they don't take cash
Couple shots make 'em lose weight fast
Grindin', I need new brake pads
Made your b*tch look like a fake pass

[Verse 16: Talley of 300]
Yeah overseas how I wet a n*gga
Pull and pop his top like an umbrella n*gga
No Chase but I tell a n*gga you can get change tryna check a n*gga
Won't be no surprise when you say ah
Stick in your mouth like a check-up n*gga
Ah man when I bless a n*gga
Tre Pound pin him like a wrestler n*gga huh