[Intro: Almighty Suspect]

Zay Coronado on the beat

On the gang, on the gang

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]

Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat

Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]

Bitch, what the fuck niggas mean?

I was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team

On the gang, nigga, you's a nerd and a lame

I'ma join in this bitch, niggas never ask my name, stupid

I'm the shit and they knew it

The bitch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it's over

And they know I keep blower

You don't talk bands, niggas broke, need loaners, bitch

I ain't never been no poser

Pulled out them bands on that bitch, had to show her

This something light but I get way colder

You was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet

I'm the man in these streets

I was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, bitch

Niggas can't tell me shit

Niggas wanna act dumb till we flip his whole whip

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]

Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat

Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga

[Verse 2: Chiico]

Look, look

I ain't never letting off, applying pressure to gang

A couple niggas got popped, I ain't saying no names

I got a .40 with a stick and it play no games

For my side, I'ma ride, you niggas know my lane, look

When I'm rolling then that blower get to blowing

I done took a couple L's but a nigga got focused

I ain't folding, bitch, you better understand the motion

If I ever hit your block then the nigga got folded, like, bitch

If I'm tripping, ain't no going back

All this money that I'm getting got me throwing racks

If I let this thing rip, it ain't no coming back

All this designer got yo bitch wanna throw it back

Every nigga know the code for a street nigga

Kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, nigga

I been plotting on a mill', I gotta eat, nigga

To the grave, I'ma die a real street nigga

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]

Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat

Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete

High school, you was running out them track meets

I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets

Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga