Suspection

Racing racing
Racy racy racing
Racy racy racy racy
Racy hyper vision
Racing to the tracks with no supervision
Racing to these cracks
Racing to these cracks
Racing to the max
Picture ain't need no paint
Take this venom like Tonin
Skills on the beat I'm honing
My money like serotonin
It fucking grow
I ain't no normal
Sickest attire I'm stuck in the beats
I'm going to work ain't wearing no formals
Waking up Monday I think about robbing
I hope I don't spill a lil blood on my Jordans
Breaking the rules never been in accordance
I said bitch fight me you
There's no sorting
There's no sorting
There's no rooms
There's no rooms for fools like you
Walking a choice and I make it the truth
Tighten your hips baby I don't like lose
Circle a symphony, I like to choose
Causing a chaos, yeah Havoc I'm lose
All of this money I'm throwing in jacuzzi
See me working bitch I'm gruesome
Not like your dude
Not like your dude
Not like your sis
I ran up a rail call me metropolis
Slytherin gang yeah my bae calling to kiss
My bae she sexy
Yeah my bae she cool
My bae she mobbing with me in these trenches
Giving me head like she graduated eighty schools

She so smart
Steps to be taken by me
Once I get this check dropped
Imma fucking buy me
Sometimes I ask why me
I want this shit pricey
I need that shit whole grain
Baby I love orange
Lemme suck your tits ah

Yeah that's not important
Where your focus should be is me
Where your focus should be is key
Where you walking to being me
Where you focusing on to me
Would you get in my foreskin
And suck this dick out
I'm too focused on you
Make a sound
Make a sound
Gordon Ramsey bitch I make a sport
Forced into batter then you ain't a course
Mission impossible ain't no aborting
So many rems I can't keep up the score
Shut the fuck up you don't know the lore
You don't know the history
Well, what I'd do with that
All these fax they are wrong
I see a mystery
You don't got to believe me
It's so easy to see these fuckers fake up
Your drugs they laced
You raise problems everyday
You ain't got no solution
Once I realize huh
Munching on the crux huh
Sitting on the crux huh
Get baby bunny racks huh
Turn fitty into two K bitch I'm back
I ran through the wolves
Ran through these knights
White knights on my ass
I'm a bitch
And I howl when the moon's out
You ain't got no bands
How you acting fucking cool now
Boy you not do it
Boy I juh do it
Racks off these works
Racks off these songs
Racks it gonna work(I know)
Racks on me cursed(Holdon)
Racks on me worked
Living like rehearsed
I just researched

Somethings that I never knew about me
I be seeing in me all times
Seeing in you all times
All of this is just showing me
What I wanna see all times
This work of
Suspection
This work of suspection
I'm suspecting suspection no no no
Suspection no no no no



Credits
Writer(s): D0per Saama
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