Involved (Suspect)

Ahahaha
Woi Woi Woi
Suwoo, woi
Su-su-su
Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuwoo
Ahahaha, haha
Ay this one's kinda cold, ay man listen
Su-Su-Su-Suwoo
Ay, yeah

They want me dead and the feeling's mutual
Don't catch feelings, we catch bodies
Then it's back to business as usual (That's right)
We took that 9 to 5, that's hammer and nails
Gotta drill this manual, step on the auto
Shoot like Daniel, Craig
Yevz, that's 007
Broski's tapped, he's doubled his weapons
I asked him, "Why?"
Said, "Double the wettins"
Lurk for an hour, gotta be patient
Spot me an opp, get duppied in seconds
3 man step, that's Sx3 and it equals death so keep it steppin'
We the real steppers, steppеrs
Broadday, Blitz, real kweffers
Thе whole AGB done wet our wetters
Beat our skengs, them man beat their dead friend's girls
I'm glad that I ain't got deadbeat friends
Beef can't end, give them wounds that nurse can't mend
Saw mum tryna make ends meet
So I hit the bando tryna make some cheese
Got stuck in the trap like mice
I'm smokin' Mizz, they're smokin' lighters
Is it a'ight if I don't wanna fuck tonight?
Just give me top while I smoke this opp
Don't ask, "Which one?" 'Cah bare got dropped
Squeeze got chopped and Reckz got shot
Bro beat shots and their head got knocked off
She wan' play angel, I know she's not
Two two shots, now her head's on bop
She a throat goat, I give neck shots
She took my soul, and I take souls too
Opps and thots both get backshots (No homo)
Henny got me in a different mood
Been money and beef since I was a yute
Now I'm tryna make it out with verses
Tired of puttin' these pricks in hearses
Action left his friend to get cabbaged
Please don't talk 'bout purgers, purgers
Two wrongs don't make a right
But if I get wronged then I can't see right
So gang went there and made them rest in peace
Good news made man sleep tight
Good yutes nowadays in bad disguise
Streets, still do you know I am the truth?
If you ain't put hands on a pagan yute
Then don't talk drills in the booth
Four-door stop, bare heartbeats drop
Hop out the car like jack in the box
Remember first time I saw Jack in the pot
See him disappear, come back as a rock
Fourteen with a crackpipe
That's School of Rock, no Jack Black
That's workin' arse, no back back
Paul just picked up 5, no blackjack
In the A, I'm a king like Henry the VIII
Tryna take heads off in Queens
Play your cards right or you might get seen on your J's and left right there on the scene
Ten man dash and nine didn't make it
Bro dished corn and your broski ate it
AGB or 7th, probably both 'cause it's all the same thing
And you know we don't fuck with the 6th
Say it three times, don't fuck with Satan
And when you wan' mention Camden
Leave out the 5 cah they're disgraces
Snitches, pagans, tryna find refuge in the police station
More than 4 got Miz, got left in the pavement
Free AR out the cages, gang
Swung two times but the first one aced it
Bro too tapped, just carried on shaving (Ayy ayy)
We ain't your average pagans
Shits intense when you're beefin' the Agans
Don't know what drugs he was taking
He got got, now you're on medication
Bro got shh and took a vacation
Bro caught shh and took a vacation

Ayy, free all the fuckin' niggas innit
Get man, AGB shit
Get man, fuck all the 5
Fuck the police, fuck the pagans
Fuck anything P
Get me?
Gang, gang gang gang
Suwoo, woi woi woi