Suicide Squad

[Intro]
What's good nigga

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
I bet some will fall when this winner spring
I'm saucing, I'm all in these bitches dreams
My money long as a limousine
Blue strips on these hundreds ain't Listerine
I'm good with the flow and I'm good with the mop
How I'm balling, I'm feeling like Mr. Clean
I be lit every step like I'm Billie Jean
If I light up a square, it ain't nicotine

[Verse 2: Wuntayk Timmy]
Smith & Wesson turn 'em smithereens
Movie niggas like a silver screen
Shooters with me, I'm so Dickie V
Man, these Goofy niggas ain't gon' Mickey me
I'm a groovy nigga, I'm in hippie peace
I mean a piece on my hip, I just 60'd the clip
I been lit for a grip, they won't give me the slip
I won't go back and forth, man, these niggas'll trip

[Verse 3: No Fatigue]
How I slide in the clips, how I slide in your bitch
Don't want my niggas to tweak like a glitch
Dance with blue faces but I'm not a Crip
I got that green in my bag like a zip
I'm in the game, tryna give me a ring
Warriors hot, niggas hate on the team
Yo' bitch be cheating, I come in between
Lowkey a fan, she might cum in her jeans

[Verse 4: Talley of 300]
All the way solid like concrete, no statue, nigga
You don't wanna get it crackin'
Make me come out my shell, I'ma catch you, nigga
Yeah, I don't play them games
Up and get to guessin', that's taboo, nigga
Yeah, it's like the .40 just ain't got no trust
It won't put nothing past you, nigga

[Verse 5: Montana of 300]
Bret hart with my shades on
I'm just sitting back like a sharpshooter
I'ma invest the money on a talent
Like Mark Cuban tryna guard Luka
I'm the flyest killer with a TEC and dripping
I'm the definition of a sharpshooter
Bet I drop 'em all
Wet up everybody in ya whip, nigga, that's carpooling

[Verse 6: Wuntayk Timmy]
That mean everybody ride when it's working time
Suits and perfect ties, used to burglarize
See it still, just like I got burglar's eyes
Need a mil', that's a drink, burger, fries
Heavy on the sauce, baby
Shoutout to my haters, look what y'all made me
Blitz can get two points, off safety
Street nigga, baby, better cross safely

[Verse 7: No Fatigue]
Ooh, sauce I'm dripping, she see that I'm cooler
Shine like a diamond, I think I'm a jeweller
One in the head but it ain't a tumor
Play and you can get around like a rumour
I know it's real, came far for a loser
Niggas be watching and drawing conclusions
Was riding 'round, get money like Ubers
I'm spitting crack, shoutout all the consumers

[Verse 8: Talley of 300]
Yeah, throw up my ball, let my dog bury ya
Don't get left in the dirt
Then I go bag your bitch like a dog carrier
Yeah, get right in her purse
Wipe that look off your face 'fore I make up your mind
Your choice for heads or tails like do or die
Been the chief like I play for U of I
This water get deep and I'm megalodon

[Verse 9: Montana of 300]
Two hoes on my D tryna trap me
Before I go deeper than black street
Run it up with my team like a track meet
Can't let the pussy or haters distract me
Countin' bread, gettin' head in the backseat
Laughin' at niggas that said they gon' jack me
If they pop up, bet these Glocks up
'Bout to bust at they face, it ain't acne

[Verse 10: Wuntayk Timmy]
Oh, he think he the shit? Exactly
Give me head 'cause I rap, she Iraqi
I'm ahead of 'em, lapping 'em actually
I got federal crack on my rap sheet
Trying to fill up the bag, I'm a black sheep
I'm NSYNC with them boys on the backstreets
Call Kevorkian come and poison the trap please
I can't flip with these clowns, that's trapeze

[Verse 11: No Fatigue]
Clowns like It, man these niggas be extra
Bowl and be shootin', I'm just a director
Hop on the track, get it jumping like Drexler
Niggas be pussy, I call him Sylvester
In yo' bitch head, call me the Professor
These bitches do what I want like Alexa
Yo' bitch gon' starve when she doin' our text up
Bitch to my bitch, she fed, I ex'd her

[Verse 12: Talley of 300]
It's clear to see
That I got that light like a greenhouse
And if it's beef
Then shit gettin' smoked like a meathouse
Yo' bitch a freak
And I fit yo' dog with no dream house
Dirty as could be
Don't make me go get that mop and come clean house

[Verse 13: Montana of 300]
Bitch, I'm independent, fuck your 360
So much spinning, I should be dizzy
I'm that fly guy with the Foamposites
And the gum bottom like my feet sticky
Diamonds dancing like they P. Diddy
Ain't a damn thing sweet with me
When this dream chaser catch you niggas sleeping
Boy I swear to god it ain't Meek Milly

[Verse 14: Wuntayk Timmy]
Gloves off, I beat the beat silly
Hip-Hop is looking weak really
So I'm taking charge like I plead guilty
Taking charge like I'm defending
Foreign car, got a freak with me
That frequently go deep with me
Had to move the bitch, bitch Free Willy
She a lunatic, like free city

[Verse 15: No Fatigue]
Champion like Meek Milly
Fresh Prince but not from West Philly
Stack more, spend less really
Niggas sad, no X really
Slide like they don't take cash
Couple shots make 'em lose weight fast
Grindin', I need new brake pads
Made your bitch look like a fake pass

[Verse 16: Talley of 300]
Yeah overseas how I wet a nigga
Pull and pop his top like an umbrella nigga
No Chase but I tell a nigga you can get change tryna check a nigga
Won't be no surprise when you say ah
Stick in your mouth like a check-up nigga
Ah man when I bless a nigga
Tre Pound pin him like a wrestler nigga huh