Joyner Lucas – Suge (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)
I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug
And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)
You think you the shit? I think you a bitch
Now go ahead and call the police (Bitch)
These niggas'll trip, your homie's a snitch
You'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit up Tory and told him I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef (Word)
Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave them some soda and bleach (Haha)
They said Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft
Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)
Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch I'm dog
Just don't get a hold of my leash (Woof)
Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blow)
Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blow)
If I do not make a few million and shed it I might just go back to the hustlin'
I got me some product and I ain't gonna hide it
I might just start trappin' in public
I might go to prison and free all my niggas
That's word to Harriet Tubman
Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it
Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet?
Why do you have so much talent and benefits?
Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?
A.D.H.D. is a social experiment
Who pay attention the most when they're hearin' it?
You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it
This is my moment and no one is sharin' it
Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets
I promise I'm very up front (Yeah)
If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it
I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), all you get buried in silence
And the day that I die I get buried in diamonds
I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin'
I think I'm so high, I can marry a pilot
I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, I'm scary and violent
I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens
I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother
Joyner got too many problems (Word)
I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your momma (Yeah)
I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty
But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
When niggas be hatin' I tell them no worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata
I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white-T
I bust some Margiela's, I still wear that Nikes
I roll with some hitters I know you don't like me
I shit on you niggas now bring me some wocky (Grra grra)
She think I'm a killer well maybe I might be
I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me
I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty
Get pussy and money, it really excites me
You read it, don't try me, so bow
Fuck all you pricks, you cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
When she get horny she think of my dick
When I was broke I would think like I'm rich
'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo woo)
Then I got me some money to get me a crib
And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin?)
I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
If Freddy and Jason had babies my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)
Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny I think I'm attracted to bees
They told me that I changed, I look in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?
Ever since I done came up these niggas been so in their feelings
They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em
Don't tell me you proud when you know that you're jealous
The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it
You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow
And that's how I'm feelin' put that on the Bible
Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival
I do what I gotta now turn the fuckin' TV up I'm in the media
And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heated up
I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
But I'm about to slow a nigga breathin' up I think he seen enough
I go to hell, I'll fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the stickers up
I'll suckerpunch you when I'm sneakin' up
You couldn't see me but I had to hit them like a meteor
Remember giddy up, and get to druggin' away from all of the suckin'
I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away
Like every day to bustin' and put one in your stomach
I got 'em droppin' and runnin', you better cover the duckin'
I'm not the one to be fucked with, I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to
There's gonna be repercussions
The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin' When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin'
Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T
Nigga on the bomb like T-N-T
Bet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C
Get to clappin' on the middle, bitter E-N-D
Call the plug, tell them when I met 'em I need at least 10 KIs
Now I'm back in business, EPMD
Couldn't walk on my shoes with a street stampede
Can't walk this way I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Pack in the mail, I should've done all the crack in the scale
Had to switch position from the kitchen nigga I was flippin' like a spatula there
Pretty Ricky with them bitches but I'm headed long as a trail that's spectacu-lar here
Here shit light shit, white whip open up look like a pack of the mayo
I'm back in rodeo fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set
And I'm back off the layover, payover way over niggas
No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga
Your bitch is with me to the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
Chain swang, white person screamin' out gang gang
Slide or kick, Jet Li or Lui K-K-Kang
I got a little me he call me based God like brring ding ding
Got a main dame, Audemar that's my main thang
Got a Rollie watch, named Jane but she playin'-playin' so we call her plain Jane
Overhaul, let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in a chain gang
Nigga please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got whore niggas needs
Can't let a faux nigga hold up, put the hole in your shit then let the hoe nigga leave man
Y'all know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got pores and the Os
For the free off of the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs get a little nigga smoke for the free, man
One 5-0 for sure nigga, that's how I go I was chosen with dark melodies
Niggas hatin' have a goner with those enemies
And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze
I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood
But know young Jeezy, and know Jordy Breezy could blow 40 Gs
Still come back who the fuck lookin' like Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang nigga
I can say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang nigga
Do your thing nigga, hotter than a Mulsanne
Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank nigga
Man niggas better hide, niggas what?
Niggas the bottom of the food chain, nigga
Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga can't crew bang with ya, can't move thing with ya'
See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block but she lookin' at me 'cause her crew can't get her
I'm a dominator, moderator, pass your chick like hot potato, police not-cooperator, I won't tolerate a bitch she talkin' crazy, not me lil' nigga
I be on the beach with the C little nigga
I been triplin' enough to double some trees little nigga
Livin' it up with the women up in Ibiza little nigga
Give it up all my niggas is talkin' to havin', niggas stuck
I been drippin' and drooppin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket
I been whippin' these bitches stickin' out my dick in public they probably they be lickin it'
Nigga done get to familiar fuckin', I been fuckin' these women it's heaven sent in tinted windows
And I'm yellin' and tellin' to guys better get to steppin'
I'm reppin' Umbrella forever my niggas in a bundle
I'm fly as propellers, you jealous enough
A nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup in relish on a bun
I got the money to fund the winners when I want it
And when I want it I wanna feel like it you can't front on us
I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance alone
And as long as I gotta put my hands all on her she stay in hand 'til it landed on her
I said damn, had to put it in her head I ain't droppin' no bread
This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
Got a Coupe full of hoes and hoes in the Coupe 'til the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
When I'm gone in a poof, I'm exposin' the glows of the truth
They be knowin' I be showin' 'em with proof
Any faux nigga, any hard nigga, any lo-jo small nigga better know
When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Nigga, and my little bitch type thick, uh
Nikes freezy as a ice-pick, uh
Out of sanction like a high kick, uh
Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click
All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick
Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich
I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin
Nigga I'm back in a billi' applyin' the pressure spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin'
Nigga so fuckin' hot you think I died in the desert came back to fuck up your entire endeavour
Try me? Never, get squandered get shot up for tryin' be clever
My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' 'em better give 'em a choice
Which one you want, die with the 9 or Beretta
I'm sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper
I like when I'm cold I shoot a nigga make 'em die in December
You been a bitch as long as I can remember
You say that shit gay and them niggas keep talkin'
I promise to silence your members and quiet your temper
While firing bullets that fly at your metal and pry at your denim
I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up and send a shooter that'll fly off your rental
I promise I'm high on my mental might think it's setup and find me a nigga
Might line that nigga for the paper let the heater get to foldin'
Origami the nigga the Louie luggage
Bustin', damier nigga but true we thuggin' no insomnia nigga
I'm really a top 3

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Man hold on I'm rappin' too much man
Fuck this shit