suki - Hi-C (feat. GREEZY$TEPPA) Lyrics

(You're killin' it SUKi)

I can't believe I was chasing that hoe
Just to decide to forget her (bleh)
She wanna talk, but I'm not in the mood
So I pass her to bro cause I'm focused on cheddar
Told her I could've really changed her life
But I guess she ain't wanting her life to be better
She wanna talk, then she act like a fan
And she spamming me shit, I will not read your letters
Stacking these bands and I do it so much
And I'm making it rain like no matter the weather
Her mom been through shit and her daddy ain't shit
But I coulda replaced it, but now it's whatever
F*ck all the fame all these hoes are the same
And she telling me she gotta go so I let her

(Woah)
She said that she like me
I got the juice yeah I got the Hi-C
Shit on my neck yeah I'm feeling icy
One look at your bitch I could tell that she like me
Bad bitch strapped up like she diking
Shoot with these guns, you know we ain't fighting
I got a plug nigga and he selling weed
Don't do the drugs nigga we just staying green
I got a lamb truck, it ain't come with keys
Carry them sticks nigga, don't follow me
I got a side hoe, love to swallow me
Talk on the bro, you get turned to a enemy
Dodging them bullets it won't be the end of me
I see a op, walk him down in my denim jeans

I'm with the gang moving bricks overseas
Play with the gang, we gone leave you deceased
I'm switching lanes in a new SRT
Shawty get wet when she see it's a jeep
Hit the road, hunnid bands by the end of the week
Remember Kuda shot that boy in the knee
Sneak dissing, now that boy on a tee
Shooting shit up like I play for a team
Damn, damn up in Texas making plays like a mayor
Served a white fiend, looked like Slim Shady
G-19 I don't do .380s
Bad bad bitch I think her name Mercedes
Blicky to his head and now he screaming "save me"
Nina got that 9 to leave a op faceless
Turn him to a patient I don't got no patience

Double down Glock, feel like Max Payne
Back in the trap smoking propane
Yeezy with the BB and some Carti frames
Diamonds dancing like the came from Johnny Dang
Damn, I cannot complain
I just want the money, nigga f*ck the fame
Knock a nigga out like I'm Johnny Cage
Nigga froze with the pistol, he should be ashamed
Now that nigga missing
Up in Detroit, I'm feeling like a Piston
Made a hunnid bands in the f*cking kitchen
I been on the road handling prescriptions
Free my big homie out the f*ckin' tension
Clear out the scene, I don't leave no witness
I'm in the field like a f*ckin' scrimmage
And we flipping packs like we in the Olympics

Damn, but I gotta go
I been too busy going on the road
She's saying I'm fire I already know
Fully automatic I don't gotta reload
These niggas be snakes like the Gucci on my f*ckin' toes
Got them drugs by the boat, and take em to the coast
Got them Xans for the low, but keep it on the low
Bitch, I'm counting them racks
Take a vaca cause I gotta relax
Just like Ricky shot him in the back
Mac-11 take that boy off the map
If he talkin hot, finna push his shit back
I just copped sum Dior and I ain't check the tag
I was posted up serving them junkies that glass
Bitch I go with a bang I ain't going out sad

She said that she like me
I got the juice yeah I got the Hi-C
Shit on my neck yeah I'm feeling icy
One look at your bitch I could tell that she like me
Bad bitch strapped up like she diking
Shoot with these guns, you know we ain't fighting
I got a plug nigga and he selling weed
Don't do the drugs nigga we just staying green
I got a lamb truck, it ain't come with keys
Carry them sticks nigga, don't follow me
I got a side hoe, love to swallow me
Talk on the bro, you get turned to a enemy
Dodging them bullets it won't be the end of me
I'm with my gang nigga and we serving fiends