Suit Up (Double Freestyle)

Part One

[Chorus]
Shh, shh, I'm not tryna hear it
You ain't steppin' on shit (DT Beats)
Stoley up kid
P-pass me the stick, yeah you know I'ma air it
Bust down watch on my wrist, white karat
Bro got his own damn watch we don't share it
Thirty shots in the uh, don't stop 'til you-
Red dot to his top, he got shh for his lyrics

[Verse]
Niggas talk hot they don't wanna see us
Put faith in my 'Lock only thing that I trust
Mine gets used and your shit got rust
Young nigga solid but I turn mans dust
And I turn shit up and my name hold weight
My G came fresh out the box in the crate
I can see straight through these niggas, they fake
He tryna duck 'cause he dodgin' his fate
He not tryna step or go chase him a bag
I offered him help, I'm like tell me the tag
My broski like Gucci, he pushin' a Jag'
Bust up a ****, they wavin' the flag
Free Double R, that's the guy with the pros
Can't forget Frost, he gon' bounce out and throw
Bro had his stick on the stage at the show
No I don't care if the opps get the lo'

[Chorus]
Shh, shh, I'm not tryna hear it
You ain't steppin' on shit
Stoley up kid
P-pass me the stick, yeah you know I'ma air it
Bust down watch on my wrist, white karat
Bro got his own damn watch we don't share it
Thirty shots in the uh, don't stop 'til you-
Red dot to his top, he got shh for his lyrics

Part Two

[Intro]
(DT Beats)
(Zach808)
(Bap, bap)

[Chorus]
Yo, we just got a free and we parkin' it up
We wait for a drop and we suit and we cut
You know that he freezin', that boy he fucked
He know that he fucked if we catch him on land
You know he got bunned, yeah we gave him a tan
I'm hearin' him screamin' he ran on his mans
The glizzy'll spit and it sound like a fan

[Verse]
My niggas step and we do it a lot
Let off a shot then we skrrt off the lot
Runnin' the red, I don't know how to stop
My pockets stuffed and they filled up with knots
Knife in the Pyrex, whippin' the 'caine
Stuck in the T, Mr. Go Put In Pain
You're on the couch, me and you not the same
Been movin' stealth since since we stepped in the game
The Jakes want me knocked, tryna put me in jail
(They fucked up the blitz but the judge gave me bail)
And it's back to the bands, the young dogs ready to step, I'm focused, how could I fail?
I sent out a pack and it's straight through the mail
(Soon as it land gonna call up my-)
Pack touch down better go make a sale
We in the T and we breaking' the scale

[Chorus]
Yo, we just got a free and we parkin' it up
We wait for a drop and we suit and we cut
You know that he freezin', that boy he fucked
He know that he fucked if we catch him on land
You know he got bunned, yeah we gave him a tan
I'm hearin' him screamin' he ran on his mans
The glizzy'll spit and it sound like a fan