paroles de chanson Dug Out - Suspect

Ay
A way you get me
That way ha
AGB shit
Free my nigga armed response 100 times
Free hitman
Trust me
Fuck all the opps

Fuck the jareers I chinged these black ops
Splashed man's headtop zombie dead opps
No respawn when gang turn hearts off
Got Dotts opp block tryna revive opps
Bro beat corn try take mans hat off
Instant Kill cah he died on that spot
Back off, you can get splashed up then bleed out
Regretting that day then dash off
I'm stuck in this modern warfare
This ain't a game like CoD
Niggas wan kill me, stop my kill streak
1 more K, it's a UAV
Two ZK's SS and me
3 S.A.Vs in the suv
BA my g just pass that 4's
Now I'm in the 5 with 6 on me
Ride with 7's, Yevz gon get him
Shoutout Blitz he a trait A legend
Bro had a baby and raised it well
Don't slip get hit with a 9 mil shell
Got caught so I was in court
Not tryna get caught in the lies I tell
Oh well, pigs tried but didn't prevail
10 couldn't agree and I left that jail

It's cray how everything played out
Same place we used to play run outs
Is same place his chest got dug out
Same place I was telling you play out
Is the same place I'm telling you come out
They started to hide at night
So we started to glide broad day when the sun out
A string of attacks got opps on ropes
I'm billing a pack it's Miz or Culps
Everything black and my hood down low
I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gang know anything goes
We tape of roads, AG take souls
Active Gang know anything goes
We tape of roads, AG take souls

Call my hitlist blacklist
Cah jareers there I'm tryna get K'd
Samurai sword like sensei
Me and my shooter red and dembe
I'm keen for Elizabeth get paid
We beat shots then come back the next day
Taped off main roads, back roads, estates
Which one? Two got left with red tape
Rassed them, we do drills go ask them
They gotta say his name in past tense
See opps and I can't go past them
Jump out, splash man's wig or clart him
I love to ching but bro loves blasting
Aim it, throw up a P you're a target
Headshot ching now squeeze retarded
Chestshot ching got culps in a casket
Throw up a P in your IG pic
I'll tap that twice tryna get that heart
They jump in DM's, we jump in stolen BM's
Bite whenever they bark
Got chinged while peddling past
Got chinged outside of his yard
Got left by 10 of his dargs
Got stretched, we done toured Cres and the park
We done toured Cres and the park

It's cray how everything played out
Same place we used to play run outs
Is same place his chest got dug out
Same place I was telling you play out
Is the same place I'm telling you come out
They started to hide at night
So we started to glide broad day when the sun out
A string of attacks got opps on ropes
I'm billing a pack it's Miz or Culps
Everything black and my hood down low
I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gang know anything goes
We tape of roads, AG take souls
Active Gang know anything goes
We tape of roads, AG take souls

AG, AG, AG, AG
A shit
Fuck the 5th
Fuck Cres
Fuck Cumbo
Get me, fuck all their dead homies
Smoking on them
Gang shit