Songtexte Caught Inda Rain - Sus

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Elevate this mix sounds mad

Bark this spliff' when they pour Henny
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hits and still make hits
I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks
Stuff 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz
Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit
Let the SK sting or my ZK ching
The industry gon' let the real killers in

Sun down, jump in a ride, jump out, guns out
Freeze up, gonna get gunned down
Just watch how the bulldog bark
And the teeth gon' bite man's head, AG bloodhound
If you want woof, bark back, dog down
Just watch how my shank plunge in, plunge out
Tryna shut lungs down, leave a man rubbed out
Jail's coming like subs
One's in, one's out
Can't go mum's house, Trident's on me
Get grammed out and buck silence from me
And para', them sirens from me
They wanna pin all the violence on me
Get caught, it's a sticky predicament
ZK tear though skin, flesh, ligaments
Opps keep touching civilians
We're not equivalent
Free AR 'cah he's innocent

Bark this spliff' when they pour Henny'
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hits and still make hits
I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks
Stuff 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz
Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit
Let the SK sting or my ZK ching
The industry gon' let the real killers in

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny'
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hits and still make hits
I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks
Stuff 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz
Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit
Let the SK sting or my ZK ching
The industry gon' let the real killers in

Woke up got a call from bro like
"Yo, you know what it is. Let's go, let's go."
Got rid of my phone, you know how it goes
SoulSight giving life in a cell, free bro
Sell white for a skeng, then dish free smoke
Free Smoke, free Smokeyy
Hammer on bro, then I must be Loki
Feed man every inch of this pokey
Me Broadday, that's Ks like Ku Klux
Kill a jareer for the Klan
Me SY like Boondocks
I'm a madman, but he a madman with a plan
This ain't just a gang, it's only the fam
If your heart ain't in, then you just can't hang
Ay Wavey, left then right, decamp
I know the opp block like the back of my hand

I'm the Voice like Durk, I'm captivatin'
Jump out, I'm activated
Be glad you made it
Coulda' got decapitated
I love this drill shit, I'm infatuated
Flip my killswitch get sent to Satan
Don't really feel shit, streets raised a soldier
I'm your older's older
Aim above the shoulder
We some shotta shooters, we some rock'n'rollers
She a baddie, badders got the biggest back
Especially for a back, I need to find my balance
Need to keep a balance, man of many talents
Father and a savage, better mind your manners
In the North, we gunners, bro in E for hammers
Only trust Allah 'cah he the best of planners
Nigga you ain't Tony, wanna-be Montana
Heard that nigga sing and, bitch, you more like Hannah

Bark this spliff' when they pour Henny'
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hits and still make hits
I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks
Stuff 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz
Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit
Let the SK sting or my ZK ching
The industry gon' let the real killers in

Bark this spliff' when they pour Henny'
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hits and still make hits
I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks
Stuff 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz
Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit
Let the SK sting or my ZK ching
The industry gon' let the real killers in