Suspect - FBG (Unfinished) lyrics

Designer, all my attire! You broke boys over there, looking retired Look at them trainers, looking all tired Someone pa** me a lighter I'm high, but i'm about to get higher! Stepped in, ballin Don't step on my toes Said watch out, don't touch me You gon' wrinkle my silk We ballers, this the street league Click a bottle, make a toast They talking, they some talkers But the mandem keep it trill Talking all of this crud Then them n***as started snitching Still him em' all up, then them n***as starting quittin The jakes couldn't stop us Man them n***as are some b**hes Roll round with the snub Must'have thought the mandem was kiddin You n***as scared or nah Riding voluntary in your drum Talkin' ish on the net, i bet a bag you won't come My n***as so solid, i'll have all you romeo's done Matter fact back it out, watch em' all f**ing run You know your boy S pect, he 100 like a ton Big 4 my muscle, n***a picture me running Memba when they roll'd down the block I reached for my mash, and they spun Aye, I gotta shout out to my gun Like thanks for protecting me From all of these treacherous thieves Like hollowman said, the fizzy gon' bring him to his knees I heard a rumor through the grapevine That a certain someone was on me I had T at this neck, turn a ga**ed yout to a zombie They wan't money like weebs But i wan't money like saudi Water in the pot just whirring Got the yard smelling like sardines And they know I'm shotting that Charlie My young boy did the trips, he better not f** up my money From way back, they