[Produced by Trauma Tone]
[Verse 1]
Suzy gon’ run up them commas
My new chick’s [?] Madonna
They ain’t let you in the club
They shut the club down, so f** em
Suzy be sliding through customs
Suzy been k**ing production
Baddest lil b**h that you cuffing
Cut that lil b**h off, she nothing
Suzy the man with the plan
Suzy got b**hes in France
Suzy might run the same outfit back
Might do it again
Suzy get paid to party
Suzy gon’ smell like a Marley
Suzy spent thousand on Carty’s
Suzy be up with no coffee
I own a couple of businesses
I lost a couple of friends and sh**
I just pulled up to the dealership
I know my n***as gon’ feel this sh**
I cannot tell you what year we in
I’m on another planet
I’m on another country
Speak to the plug in Spanish
Hola amigo, que paso?
On 23rd with the vatos
n***as be feeling themselves, get filled with them shells
b**h it’s like a taco
Suzy the man with the mula
Smoking the swisher with Budha
Suzy got plug on the [?]
Suzy got plug on the Puma
Suzy cold, better drop off
I’m out of gas and I’m coughin y’all
I just got off of a conference call
They want to know what the concert costs
20 racks if I’m friendly
Swaggin’ since elementary
Drippin’ sauce since the bike days
Young 6 Speed on a 10-speed
6’ 5†with a sick vibe
Never let a f** n***a slide
When I pull up in a slick ride
I’ma let a thick girl drive
I got the flow, it’s on autopilot
I met some girls, they was all about it
Ask me if I got a plan B
Honestly I never thought about it
I’m on my way but I’m serving
Stick to the plan but it’s perfect
I don’t feel none of your energy
Really you making me nervous
Pull up in Chevy Suburban
She slid in my DM, I curved her
They all foreign b**hes in stills
They feeling my swag, talking merger
I just pulled up to the fortress
I ain’t stop rocking Air Forces
I still be rocking Toyotas
I got dough to buy a few Porsches
Bossman taking orders
I remember buying ten sacks
Now a n***a facing quarters
n***as tryna get they wind back
They done put me in the driver’s seat
I’m who these lil n***as tryna be
Look at my day, I got demons inside of me
Pray to my maker like get this sh** out of me
Probably I could be one of the greatest
Did this sh** without a major
I’m dripping sauce, kicking flavor
Hate it but love this sh** later
Iamsu! - Dogs lyrics
Album 6 Speed