[Intro]
(H1K made this)
(HL8)
[Verse 1: Suspect]
A-Active not into acting
Wet mans head like a newborn catholic
3 man 4 door usual tactic
Run dat over, jump out splash it, pack it
Back to the A, esthatic
I really wave my wand like Harry
He just a actor, Daniel Radcliffe
I been rolling no JK, Dotts and a ZK
Now we got SK's, have they got G-Locks?
Have they got AK's? but they can't beat off
Guess it was JK
Pop Headie, caught a vacay, fuck jakes
I done that race like Tay-K
May day, may day, I'm on your estate
A way, A way, protect your chest plate
He say, she say, I heard the streets say
That Sus done all dem drills like Wee-Bey
Bando bakin' on my B-day
No brakеs, It's in the game like EA
Lеt's go hunting, passed him a blade
Then broski passed that stick like relay
He say, she say, I heard the neeks say
That we don't bang It's filling these grave
[Chorus]
Bro was a youngboy with a .38
(Bro was a youngboy with a 3-)
Ayy, 2K19, no NBA
Would've been 3 If I didn't fly JKA
Leave that wasted, real-life GTA
Gang don't talk, unspoken NDA
Knock, knock, who's there? It's NCA
Fucks sake, eight floor, there's no escape
Stressed, induction, smokin' 88's
Sus like Freddy, heard the rumour
Reaper got a killer sense of humour
Knock, knock, who's there? It's Kenny Krueger
This Camden, Culprit come like Tooka
Pop them doors, I get to chasing
If I win this race, you'll die a loser
Pop them doors, I get to chasing
If I win this race, you'll die a loser
[Verse 2: Suspect]
Thought it was knock-down ginger
Opened the door to a dead man
Don't need 10 man
Three knife men with one skeng-man
More than enough for a dead man
A man tried dash but the zombie hooked him back
Stopped him dead in his tracks
I got the G, they gassed
They know if they free this sav
That's three more packs
Smoke him
Strangle the 4's like Bart
Like "eat my shorts"
Chest shot choke him
4 door broke him
Headshot turned him walking corpse
5 with the 1 already been done
We can't get enough, we gotta get more
We circle the borough, thorough
Vacant, fuck it, add SK to the tour
[Verse 3: Trigz HRB]
Gucci got shot couldn't get back up
Mlo got shot couldn't get back up
Tank got shot couldn't get back up
HR, AG, that's get-back stuff
Got it on me, I ain't parking it off
See a jareer, I'm barking it off
B1's too tapped, why you starting him up?
Gave bro 18 like half of a box
We got two smokeys in the ride
If we do it broad day
Might end up a suspect
I never listened what mom said
So I spent all them years on a bunk bed
Facetime and my bad one undressed
Jailhouse getting my - compressed
Don't lack or you might get tanned
You ain't gotta go Spain or get on a sunbed
Fuck this bitch, sent her home in a Uber
3 knife man and a shooter
Soon as we lock eyes on the target
Do him similar how them yutes done Krueger
Pop this door and get to chasing
If I win this race you'll die a loser
Pop this door and get to chasing
If I win this race you'll die a loser
[Chorus]
Bro was a youngboy with a .38 (.38)
Ayy, 2K19, no NBA
Would've been 3 If I didn't fly JKA
Leave that wasted, real-life GTA
Gang don't talk, unspoken NDA
Knock, knock, who's there? It's NCA
Fucks sake, eight floor, there's no escape
Stressed, induction, smokin' 88's
Sus like Freddy, heard the rumour
Reaper got a killer sense of humour
Knock, knock, who's there? It's Kenny Krueger
This Camden, Culprit come like Tooka
Pop them doors, I get to chasing
If I win this race, you'll die a loser
Pop them doors, I get to chasing
If I win this race, you'll die a loser
(Die a loser, Die a loser, die a loser, die a loser)
[Outro]
(HL8)
(H1K made this)