Currensy - The Usual Suspects Lyrics
(Verse)Cookin up a batch, ladies show they tittiesReal niggas tip they topsReal trap is for my hustling niggas with no choicePosted up, slingin that oh boyStay on yo grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls RoyceLife is good, nah life is greatNow I'm bout to get my niggas straightGod bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstateNah, now everybody getting moneyNow everybody sellin out showsNow everybody told the world like four times3 albums in storesCome on straight up the morning talkI came in with the gun talkAnd when it came to this in this breadI'm the hip-hop turn me upI'm too real for the radio heads, I'm a underground kingBut these *****es can't stop my showAnd that's word to the pimLoadin lops and shrimp, all these bad *****es wanna layI'm like ***** with a real nigga and stop feelin bad for that simThat's the other see she'sCome sip some of this PGAnd smoke some of this sweet treeAnd everything will be BG(Verse)Uh shit, I told yo ***** like I was rollsMister Jones, go around the lawsGot my calls and the rob reportsI done lied em down, down the 94I'm a label man, got a lot of thoseKnow how to get the picture but them lot of ONo winter burn off so it's time to goI'm on hot like wheels so we runnin hoeGetting up, out the poundLighten up the return, it's thanksgiving first downHold the flo so you can chase right nowYou can get the bracelets to fit right nowJust mack hand, hold on get the back handShe chase ghosts like Mrs. PacmanHe play the hoe to come back famGoddamn!(Verse)They respect the don, 18 karats with the red rugas and the gas is onPlatinum Rolex, double robeSo walk around with a Lexus onCourtside of my car costWhen my niggas wildin out, smoking out tossLife's about choices, gotta make yoursThe right set of keys open up the right doorsWe tryna turn around something to a lot moreYou gotta go a little further than you wanna goIt's like 100 out there, had enough blowI'm talkin bout blow and make it B roll, a zeroI'm the other dogs' heroTo that dope boy playin for a kiloTil a lil nigga playin for a way outKeep you head up Shawty, we gon make it outMade it out now, turn the stamp, see my passportOverseas airportComin through the hood, up in foreign cars***** letting the weed flowI'm hood rich, I can't change hoeNeed to smell like weed smokeNegotiate my record deal like a dope dealProbably why a nigga take like a kill goNigga you need you a propGoddamn!(Verse)Talk soft but I grind hard to affordDon't want them switches to my dashboardLow riders and all, exotics to last carsAmongst all these stars, 7 grams in a rowThat's a Grammy award and my granddaddy callWhere my granddaddy can't go higher than the haloSlice like tomato with precision on them blades hoeIt don't go down until he say so, extra cheese, hold the mayoThat's back to San Diego, now I'm hidin outLarge amount to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh emSpill just lay them, no fanaShe's thirsty, get a Fanta***** passin out, somebody fan er
