Lyrics Suç - Tekmill

Talking all this gun talk typing all that bull shit
Why you hating me kuzz wasteman ass hole
Under cover fake brother go suck your mother
'Laughing' go suck your mother

What's all this chit chat relax and sit back
Now days no one cares about your six pack
Chill for a minute calm down brother
Man will rip of your face and pull your lip back

Back to dramma you don't want plover
Pussy boy talking like the god father
Kick of your door run up in your yard
Teks they don't wanna war nah they not hard

I don't wanna mention no names
Carry on talking crud you likkle wasteman
You don't wanna play no games
Pussy boy try test four five inna head