Sucka Shit

[Intro]
We been rocking for a long time bruh
Had to do one on this thing man
DJ Fresh live from four five tonight's show three
Oh I’m finna slide from this man my n*gga face go crazy on the beat

[Hook]
All you niggas on that sucka shit
All them niggas you be fucking with they be on that sucka shit
You bitches on that other shit
All them niggas you be fuckin with they be on that sucka shit
Nigga you on that sucka shit then stay up on that other side
All my niggas gon slide on my mothers slide
Yeah you on that sucka shit stay up on that other side
All my niggas gon slide on my mothers life

[Verse 1]
Being on that sucka shit gon get you into some other shit
Niggas gettin knocked down for something they brother did
My cousin locked up yup sitting twenty three to one
Wrote me a letter said he just want to see his son
Precious time niggas wasting hundred years my niggas facing
Stretched out in a cell born bad pacing
He be lucky if he see the light his celly can’t read or write
Your favorite rapper a liar and a bitch would you believe the hype
Every parks spit is truth grown man like this kid the truth
No subliminals I got a problem I’m gon get at you
Tell it to your face I was talking off when you mad at
If those suckas got it I don’t want it you can have that
Broke nigga what you mad at nigga what you mad at
You mad at the box or the Mazi cause its past black
Still on the four block rocks they for show cop dope spot knocks with the show dop f*ck them

[Hook]
All you n*ggas on that sucka shit
All them n*ggas you be f*cking with they be on that sucka shit
You bitches on that other shit
All them n*ggas you be f*ckin with they be on that sucka shit
If you on that sucka shit then stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers life
Yeah you on that sucka shit stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers life

[Verse 2]
I put this on my mother like really lived a gutter life
Gave ills twenty five then they gave my brother life
Gave blast six to eight on his last sinner's day
Suckas said they real I swear to God all these n*ggas fake
Funk’s on heavy here hundred die every year
Ask me if it’s strapped plus I told a n*gga hell yeah
Trippin like I’m clumsy king like Bun B
Come from down under with the strap like Dundee
Cake like Bun B magic like bunny
Solo one phone call and we’ll be a hundred deep
Now it’s God turn bad don't make this shit happen to you
N*ggas think this shit they gave you really think I’m rapping to You
Rich n*gga boy I have your whole family here ten bands all it Take
To make sure that you don’t exist
N*ggas acting like they don’t like me
But grew up on my shit
Get knocked down and got his bitch chewing on my dick

[Hook]
All you n*ggas on that sucka shit
All them n*ggas you be f*cking with they be on that sucka shit
You bitches on that other shit
All them n*ggas you be f*ckin with they be on that sucka shit
N*gga you on that sucka shit then stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers slide
Yeah you on that sucka shit stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers life

[Verse 3]
My side been forgot about that’s what I’m hot about
My n*ggas ain’t drive mine walking up and bouncing out
Hit him with that chopper then slide through like whats Popping fam
All that sucka shit these n*ggas with I’m not a fan
Man the tory mobbin if these p*ssies want a problem
I know street mathematician so the problems love to solve em
Them n*ggas need a tudor stretch him out like a ruler
I got shooters that’ll pull up to your house like a uber
Forty with that thirty Glock shot or that ruger
Man we really outside on four five not computers
Yall typing and tweeting all on ig with beef
We’ll slide through your block and air it out like a queef
I don’t fall I got money I just pay to get it over with
How your mama living single just like Ovalton
Feel like I’m a gucci cause my young n*gga gon slide for me
About a hundred feet on God don’t cry for me

[Hook]
All you n*ggas on that sucka shit
All them n*ggas you be f*cking with they be on that sucka shit
You bitches on that other shit
All them n*ggas you be f*ckin with they be on that sucka shit
N*gga you on that sucka shit then stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers slide
Yeah you on that sucka shit stay up on that other side
All my n*ggas gon slide on my mothers life

[Outro]
Oh my God n*gga on mamas n*gga I’m telling you my n*ggas Gon slide around here
Man E gon T’s gon go you feel me all my n*ggas from the Rich Man we ain’t playing
We gon go man you feel me I rock with it man I lock with a lot Of n*ggas that really rock with me bruh
N*ggas that I don’t even know rock with me bruh I’m man I Swear to God
N*gga Face you brought out the different side of a n*gga man It’s gas bruh
Real true gas my n*ggas can’t rap like me n*ggas can’t rap Better than me
These n*ggas ain’t got more money than me you can’t do Nothing better than me
I took a couple years off just to let you n*ggas chill man you Feel me
Now yall n*ggas had your little run one one I’m back n*gga Fabby Davis n*gga
You feel me Mr. Fab all that n*gga DJ Fresh n*gga live from four Five gas oh