Yeah, I'm wilding

Yeah, I'm wilding

Yeah, I'm wilding

Iss getting better

We in the centre

Making paper

Stacking cheddar

I got my bread up I

’m feeling cold

I’m under weather

It’s all a set up

We need a little bit of credo

Roll up let the lettus

And now I’m feeling fine

I finna side with my gillas

Get high for these features

And no one knows how we did it

So mind your own business

I’m in the zone for some tricking

Come outta the city

Yeah my phone has been ringing

Please give us a minute

We’ll be surely back

Big Susta

Yeah I'm fuckin' back

Handing Scooby Snacks

I got da love for the streets (ooh)

And I'm ready to give it back

Got some shooters by the crib?

Man, I swear I should've cracked

Check my bars in the system, man

I can't even hold back

I've been chilling with my killas

We rhyming

On repeat

From da cracka in the beamer

We grabbing

The street weed

We got hit for moving paper

The popos bring

Heat heat

But when the popo stop to listen

Flow sounding so neat clean

(SUSTA Outro)

No problems

We just have fun (ooh)

Real killas with the shotgun (paa)

Real pump, no fake aim

See three but I won't drop one (ok)

Money ain't talkin' to me (nah it ain't)

420 all day of the week (uh, huh)

It's not a problem

Cause I solved it