Sūsanoo

Do not misunderstand it
This is not power of your creation
Aye
My Susanoo finna make em put tags on the toes
My Susanoo is powerful enough to stop Momo

Aye
I don't wanna hear another muhfuckin
Argumentative bitch who steady flockin
Talkin shit bout how I'm better off alone
Sentimental bout the dumbest lowest rung of the ladder
Pace about a B and I can only get it go
Catch me bitchin if you think I give a fuck about a bro
Tryna tell me how to never give a fuck about a ho
Give a fuck about a phone, I don't speak to five-o
Give a fuck about a pole

I been shootin my way out with the x and the ox
Tryna find my way home
And that's a cap, but I cap to the facts of the matt
Got a Mac and it decodes
In my empire like I'm Jeff Bezos
Got paid, ho, so I copped my G-Fazos
And I wear my kimono at The Late Late Show
And I dare hoes to throw all their tomatoes

But since we talkin bout it
While we on the subject
Let me throw another stone
You could throw me to the cold
And I'd never even know
When these dommy mommies tryna eat my flow
It never stop the trap, I'm like Pacino with the yayo
I never pay the tax, I'd rather get another payroll
Hand it to the barbie at the bay in Barbados
Shoot it to the sharks, I'm in love with the makos
Especially Barbara, she is my favo
I love a woman who is mentally unstable
The type to bite my ear off
And feed it to the crocodiles in Cabo
I better duck down, lay low
Shorty she be comin with the jump-start cables

I been shootin my way out with the x and the ox
Tryna find my way home
And that's a cap, but I cap to the facts of the matt
Got a Mac and it decodes
In my empire like I'm Jeff Bezos
Got paid, ho, so I copped my G-Fazos
Like bro, that was so three years ago
I've been there, done that, took the photos

Huh, yeah
Yeah I take a lot of photos
Cause shorty rockin Armani
She think she Giorgio
And then she put her arm on me
She's such a Scorpio
Don't need bread, I got a army
Don Corleone
He sleeps with the fishes, your bro is a porpoise
Might just hit up that mofo with a torpedo
And the whip ain't got four cylinders, ocho
So watch out before I pull out the Susanoo

I been shootin my way out with the x and the ox
Tryna find my way home
And that's a cap, but I cap to the facts of the matt
Got a Mac and it decodes
In my empire like I'm Jeff Bezos
Got paid, ho, so I copped my G-Fazos
Shorty in the band, she play the oboe
I'd try to make my move, but she live in Soho

I been shootin my way out with the x and the ox
Tryna find my way home
And that's a cap, but I cap to the facts of the matt
Got a Mac and it decodes
In my empire like I'm Jeff Bezos
Got paid, ho, so I copped my G-Fazos
Don't drop bro, you're wasting the ammo
My Susanoo finna make em put tags on the toes



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Breezee
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