letra de backstreets - almightysuspect
[intro: alightysuspect]
on the gang, on the gang
[hook: almightysuspect]
b-tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n-gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
[verse 1: almightysuspect]
b-tch, what the f-ck n-ggas mean?
i was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team
on the gang, n-gga you’s a nerd and a lame
i’ma join in this, n-ggas never x my name, stupid
i’m the sh-t and they knew it
the b-tch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it’s over
and they know i keep blower
you don’t talk bands, n-ggas broke, need loaners, b-tch
i ain’t never been no poser
pulled out them bands on that b-tch, had to show her
this something light but i get way colder
you was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet
i’m the man in these streets
i was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, b-tch
n-ggas can’t tell me sh-t
n-ggas wanna act dumb ’til we flip his whole whip
[hook: almightysuspect]
b-tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n-gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
[verse 2: chiico]
look, look
i ain’t never letting off, applying pressure to gang
a couple n-ggas got popped, i ain’t saying no names
i got a .40 with a stick and it play no games
for my side, i’ma ride, you n-ggas know my lane, look
when i’m rolling then that blower get to blowing
i done took a couple l’s but a n-gga got focused
i ain’t folding, b-tch you better understand the motion
if i ever hit your block then the n-gga got folded, like b-tch
if i’m tripping, ain’t no going back
all this money that i’m getting got me throwing racks
if i let this thing rip, it ain’t no coming back
all this designer got yo b-tch wanna throw it back
every n-gga know the code for a street n-gga
kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, n-gga
i been plotting on a mil, i gotta eat n-gga
to the grave i’ma die a real street n-gga
[hook: almightysuspect]
b-tch, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
n-gga, i ain’t never been no athlete
high school, you was running out them track meets
i was tryna catch a n-gga in them back streets
big ass blower on the hip, ain’t no packed meat
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