Suicide Squad

[Intro: CoachDaGhost & Balenci]
Put the Coach in the Ghost for a reason
High hopes I'm the one they believe in
Streets cold but it's really that season
Three poles and I'm creepin, scheming(Yozora)
To the top and it's part of the sequence
We drippin Ameri I know the envy
Hit the mall and go ball with the bro Balenci
Knock his top while we in the Rency(shyne)
[?] unless it's for fun
New drip and it came with a gun
Ain't no throwing the blicky
His shoulders and kidneys
Be wasting on court like the Suns
Know the Rencys be risky
I know they can't miss me
We wasting these Perckies for months
Missed his top but i still hit his lungs
Can't stop for the Jakes are you dumb?

[Verse 1: CoachDaGhost]
See this here is easy if Bmax could fude us
Would do you goofy niggas wheezy(shyne)
If I call you my brother
Then I'm always here if you ever need me
45th and it came with a drum (Raah)
He the type to stop fighting and run
I'm the type that had a pipe to dump
You could cap and try to pull a front
But that ain't really what you want
(How you know?)
I been spinnin for a decade
You could tell that I already won(i won)
Throw shots at the liver
The next thing my bullets gon touch them I don't gotta plunt
I'm a star I'ma shyne that's the why the rest of the enemies got put in a blunt(Raah)

[Verse 2: Balenci]
But this ain't really what they want
Adrenalyn rushin' I'm fienin'
Tie a stick to my knots, got it filled to the top
Face shot, man down he ain't breathin'
G be a reason, funds ain't freezing
I see the jakes I'ma leave 'em
These niggas ain't beefin
[?] be creepin, it's a pede if we beep 'em
Black mask, black flag, black rain
Free Ciggy he still putting pain
If he showing off we gon rob him
TB and Cs we got knockers bout options
You ain't ready to die, can't slide then
There go the Jakes go park by the hydrant
Heard that he slippin', we sliding
One more time had to go up the crime rate
One in his head 'cause I can't play
Gun to his head I might go on a rampage
And I'm fly like I don't got a fanbase
You ca get shot for a flick or a handshake
Yo Ghost, you see what's going on?
Niggas ain't ready to die and they showing off
Keep squeazing 'till the clip like a poloroid
Hop out, walk up, stand over boy

[Verse 3: CoachDaGhost]
Oh you really wanna be a poster boy?(oh really?)
We gon' put you on the poster, boy(Raah, Raah)
When I'm on the scene then you already know the noise
I'm focused, you noticed however I'm getting paid so it's fine if you don't enjoy
But now let's get back to the subject
I got thousands I ain't even touch yet
I know the reason they upset
Cause I came up, they see that I'm famous
But it can get dangerous I still got Pump's text
Couple things I can't discuss yet
Why would you wanna try?
Oh you spinnin well you ain't hit one of mine
Suicide, we the Son of God
Before I let it slide with my gun arised

[Verse 4: Balenci]
Don't worry these niggas is no threat
I studied the field, they know I bodied
Head tapped then get toe tagged
Top of the Nine where the scope at
Jump in if you tryna slide
Oh you spinnin well you ain't hit one of mine
Suicide it's a suicide, who gon' die when it's you and I?

[Outro: CoachDaGhost & Balenci]
How you knoooow?
Suicide it's a suicide, who gon' die when it's you and I?
Shyne!(Grah!)