Suspect — Dug Out

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Ayy
A way, you get me?
That way, hah
AGB shit
DT5 on the beat
Free my nigga Armed Response, 100 times
Free hitman
Trust me
Fuck all the opps
MZY mixed this

Yo, fuck the jareers, I chinged these black opps
Splashed man’s headtop, zombie tear opps
No respawn when gang turn hearts off
Got those opp block tryna revive opps
Bro beat corn, try take mans hat off
Instant kill, ‘cah he died on that spot
Back off, newb’ get splashed up then bleed out regretting the day they dashed off
I’m stuck in this modern warfare, this ain’t a game like CoD
Niggas wan’ kill me, stop my kill streak
One more K, it’s a UAV
Two ZK’s, SS and me
Three S.A.V’s in the SUV
BA, my G, just pass that 4’s
Now I’m in the 5 with six on me
Ride with 7’s, Yevz gon’ get him
Shout-out 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
Ten 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 Mizz or Culps
Everything black and my hood down low
I’m the Grim Reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gxng, know anyting goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Active Gxng, know anyting goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls

Call my hitlist blacklist, ‘cah jareers that I’m tryna get K’d
Samurai sword like Senseii
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
S40 got chinged while peddling past
*** got chinged outside of his yard, then got left by ten of his dargs
Got stretched, we done toured Cres’ and the park
We done toured Cres’ and the parkIt’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 Mizz or Culps
Everything black and my hood down low
I’m the Grim Reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gxng, know anyting goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Active Gxng, know anyting goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls

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