[Intro: 2Smokeyy]

Ay, Plugged In

Sting like Aybee

Fumez The Engineer

AGB

Free Hitman, free Broadday, free Armed Response

Anything goes

Ayy, baow

[Verse 1: Suspect]

Ever hear last words? Like, shh, you nerd (Shh)

Go gulag and ride your bird

Two skengs in a Merc', get put in a Benz

If you hear it skrr, baow, skrr

Man open chest, I don't want treasure

Chinged his head and made him dirt

Are you fucking dumb?

Get chinged for fun

They ain't bad boys, see all of them run (Dasheen)

Run, run when the mandem come

Suttin' got smoked by Smokeyy's gun (Baow)

Right now they got TScam locked for two to endanger life

Feds want us gone

This ZK's strong, it's also long

This .44 long could kill King Kong

Left his bro and that's not right

It's only right that he went out wrong (Gang, gang)

Tryna get from A to B

Now I find myself doing laps in the C

Gear in D 'til pet's on E

I don't give a F, I'll pack your G

H my nigga, press that trigger

Ching that chest and done it like me

Done it like I, blood on my J's that night

Courtesy of my mindi

[Verse 2: 2Smokeyy]

I was raised in the A 'round guns and blades

Now the gang got buzz like the BB ping

Live in the C we put holes in tees

D shot first and then slapped my ting

It was EE, then Lyca to Lyca

But F Lyca, 'cah the service shit

Step with G's in the ride like Keke

We got packs in the 156

Free up H, my brodie a hitman

When he tastes freedom, it's nothing but drillings

Allah's my witness

I left blood on my J's

Got my rambo leaking gruesome

Juice him, K's and attempted killings

Two L's up, tryna find these villains

Went for the M on every yute that I banged on

Civilians screamin' "No, don't kill him“

I was in the P like purgers purgers

Smoking a Q with Yevz, my seven

Lebz, gon' get him

Screamed out "Argh“ when I shot and pissed that I jammed on his bredrin

Play ST, man SAD, you ain't' nothing like me

I'll step and bench him

Drench him, new bells, test it, press it

Leave man planking, like fuck what you're benchin'

[Verse 3: Suspect]

We catch K's and they take L's

So we got M's, why we ring bells

Straight NO unless you got P's

Smoked your rent best scrape these scales

Weigh your words, don't chat too loose

Gave him fourteen like two Q's

Make man scream out “R” with S

Then hit up the T and billed that yute

I got confidence in my knifework

But I can't say the same 'bout you

Bunch of V's when it comes to works

Chinged up bare and packed a few

In '019 we got 2 W's

This year suttin' else got X’ed

Like why do they hate Suspect?

'Cah bare of their friends got put in my Z

[Verse 4: 2Smokeyy]

Treat opp block like Wakanda

Black like panther

Might see a sparkle like VVS

Thought it was WWE 'till man got done in his head, neck, chest

They give verbal we ride on them

Gang need us a movie, we X'ing men

Why do the paigons love give verbal?

'Cah gang bang-bang, Chief Keef on them

More time man turn up with the turner

Shit gets turn up, boom, bye-bye

All man heard was du-du-du, du-du-du

Tyres screech, I thought my man died

Usual suspect, ZK specialist

Man got packed tryna be that guy

I was locked up when CeeMizz died

I laughed out loud 'til I nearly cried

[Verse 5: Suspect]

Two G's in the front, three G's in the back

We're tryna turn something from 5th to a pack

Two hands on a twelve, two Duracell batts

I'm way too charged I'm itching to crash

Bro said "Sus, you're way too rash“

I can't help it, I'm itching to scratch

It went through his chest and come out his back

And the other way round where Reckz got whacked

One smack in her back, one pull on her braids

She scream "Suspect“ like an I.D. parade

I don't want cuffs, just give me brain

Put CeeMizz in this paper plane

Don't want legs, just ching that brain

Broadday’s known for the wickedest aim

Niggas get famous after they die

So come my way if you want that fame

[Verse 6: 2Smokeyy]

I might call this B Sharkeisha

The nitty KO'd, when he took this bujj

They call when they need for my help

I'm a local hero like Robin Hood

24's flying them like Peter

I'm the captain in my Camden Hood

Anywhere goes, wallahi, I'm good

We're the reason the jareers are shook

Still get around with the tee on my face

Holy shank, turn an opp boy saint

Kickback B, I don't dance in a rave

But I'll still cut shapes in a paigon's face

Do it like Wesley, double the blade

Or Bismillah and then load that dotty

Man doing it, no face, no case

They stay diggin' up, fillin' up them graves

[Outro]

Fumez the Engineer