Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Usual Suspect, artist - Suspect. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Usual Suspect |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Rob a yout, take a nigga’s funds quick |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Running round town on a madness |
| It’s just me and my gang, bitch |
| 'Nuff niggas say they gon' slap this |
| But them niggas ain’t match fit |
| Nah, them niggas ain’t active |
| Them niggas just chat shit |
| Ayy, quick, run up and stab him |
| And damp his whole back quick |
| Yeah, I know I said it’s flamboyant |
| But, nigga, fuck all that swag shit |
| Get it first |
| And then you can accomplish |
| And then you can be some shit |
| And then you can just run shit |
| Then you can cop all the shit you want |
| Still be dumb rich |
| Still have funds quick |
| Wise words from Unc Rich |
| Take your time |
| 'Cause bare man rush shit |
| Yeah, they had their own style |
| Now they’re adjusting |
| And they was in their prime |
| Now they’ve all lost it |
| I won’t stop till the re-up's on the truck, bitch |
| Make a mill up off this trap shit |
| I won’t stop till the music |
| Got the niggas flying round the fucking atlas |
| Performing to the masses |
| Track doing backflips |
| Runners doing run-ups |
| It’s just mathematics |
| And logistics |
| It’s still fuck you niggas |
| Bunch of hoes |
| You’re just bitches |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Rob a yout, take a nigga’s funds quick |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Running round town on a madness |
| It’s just me and my gang, bitch |
| 'Nuff niggas say they gon' slap this |
| But them niggas ain’t match fit |
| I said you are now listening to the sequel |
| True say, Loading was the prequel |
| Batch of new bangers for the vehicle |
| True say, me and them nuh equal |
| I said I was an artist |
| 'Bout time they hand me the easel |
| Nigga 'bout to put in this work |
| For the love of my people |
| Oi, you, yeah, you |
| I came to impeach you |
| Soggy rapper, looking all see-through |
| I can’t even listen to these people |
| About they go hard |
| Had to pop back in just to peek at you |
| They’re like «weird, you’re blessed, though |
| Why you moving so evil?» |
| Long time a manaman had this |
| Now I’ma let 'em all have it |
| Feel like big H on my trap shit |
| And Skiz like Buck how he’s managing |
| A bag of new hoes a man’s crashing |
| A bag of new flows a man’s stashing |
| I know the last time was some mad shit |
| But this right here’s some madder shit |
| This right here’s the maddest shit |
| Make you jump in the dinger, start slapping shit |
| Make you jump in the trizzy, start slanging shit |
| Make you drop a shit project, how embarrasing |
| But they’re like «that boy |
| He’s so impressive |
| He’s got bars |
| For any contestant» |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Right hand gripping my ratchet |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Uh-uh, never been a victim |
| Always been a motherfucking suspect |