DJ Suss One - Last Day Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Hook:

Can I live till my last day, drop top in the fast lane,

duck hoes tryin to trap me, and I only can have way,

I'ma get mine nigga, black mass way.

What's beef to you, I'm out here, these little niggas don't care

Shawty just copped the 3.5 and he feeling like he all the way live

Pushing this hard he like watch, I’m all the way rise

Ship 2, think he all away nas, little blunt nigga, all the way 5

Can’t tell him nothing, push the wrong button

My lil nigga bucking, the hood I fuck it

Come through fronting, and get justice

But wait it, Chicago style, fuck you up nigga throw your brush

It’s the mafia, roll with the rush,

Roll with us, yep I know we tough, this ain't a gimmick,

when I’m done rappin, my gangsters don't finish

See my son clap and these rappers don't live it

They fibbi, little frog niggas, I call em ribbit

Make point and I’ma give it

You already know what it's about when I run up in your house

Big gun, non chat, now you wanna talk it out

Where the money, ain't nothing else to be talking bout

Hide the body, no crime scene to be chalking out

No enditment, no judge, jury or lawyers out

Do my 12, dump you then I’m walking out

Boy I'm the prototype not the protege

My boy got that crystal rock, crystal notege

D boy stamping for that paper like a notere

I’m mining circles up like a roller blade

Them young boys do it cause I said so

Get your whole team clipped, now you bled so

I run niggas from digits with no threadmill

Run giddy, you give it and get left still

And I solemnly swear, bitch niggas go and disappear,

it's the mob in here

2 x Hook:

Can I live to my last day, drop top in the fast lane

Duck hoes tryin trap me, and I only care half way

I’ma get mine nigga, black mass way

My mind on defeating you clowns, don’t speak to me now

Won’t sleep till I put all you peeps in the clouds

Nigga I’m radical, dope boy fresh on sabatical

Post on your block cause you left it like the amiral

We don’t rob waves to mafia tsunami,

we don’t salami with punamis

We just cool, both gotties on guard with the shotties

The back wants to kill you, these suckers as a party

I’ma live forever, I'm immortal

Living martyr, built off cocaine, bricks of mortar

Fuck the old G's I throw dick in their daughters

Bitch fell in love with my dick, I never call her

This is slaughter, wonder of push, hell no,

I get you stuck like velcrow, our people’s elbow, you frail hoes

Taking porches on top of your copes with the jail pose.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who the fuck wanna squeeze? my desert ease

Make bitch niggas bleed

You waking up in a puddle that you peed

You see me in your dreams

I can hear the bitch in your voice when you scream

Nightmares, when you panic I get closer

Blade in my hand if you flinch I’m gonna poke you

Soldier, gun coped ready to unload

You ain’t no luck, be bishops up like own shows

Hood nigga, my name ringing on both coast

Actress, singer, I fucked both those

Rose gold, white diamonds on a club night

White bitch in my coup screaming thug life

One price, if you want it, then you pay for it

You want it, then you willin to get slain for it

At his house, grab his mouth, put tape on it

Milk carton yeah, we gonn put his face on it

Bully ones, tattoos and a skull cap

I’m a fucking bad dude, boy you heard that?

Breath takers, neck breakers, earthquakers

Move makers, real shakers, we get paper

We not faking, keep playing, we ain’t playing

Duck nigga, who said we ain’t spraying

I’m who you idolize, idolize

The same one who get you smacked when you out of line

Pistol whip pussies, push fingers in pussies

Think you got a crown but you just king to the pussies

Even in the dark of my chew she couldn’t put me

Eyes closed in front of my hoes you couldn’t whip me

No tint, scarface nigga you see me

No fear, these bitch niggas is pee pee

Cross me, you end up paying the price

I drop kick, karate chop your wind pipe

Pop bottles and pop models that pop molly

I’m being watched by the same feds that got gotty

We uptown on the roof, we shot on watch papi

Outside with the trench coat, and long shottie

Down south in the trap with my lil bitch

She said boy you got guns bigger than lil twist

Black gold, black flags and black, oh shit, damn nigga

Thats it, boy, mafia!