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Almighty Suspect - 1 Draft Pick Lyrics

[Chorus: Chiico]

(Run it up, Kev)
Ay, I'm the number one draft pick
Free my day one nigga he from Anthes (On hood)
I used to slide through the ops with a passion
And every time I wasn't givin out no passes
I tell my bitches that I love em, I be cappin (Ay)
The old me would shoot a nigga just for practice
Now I'm gettin to the money like it's magic (Like it's magic)
Nowadays every bitch got some plastic

[Verse 1: Chiico]

You can't look me in my eyes and say I'm average (On hood)
You ever seen a nigga tell cause he captive
(XC and all that)
You ever seen your close friend hit the canvas (Hey, hey, hey)
You ever slid to reciprocate the damage
Ain't no feelings in this shit, I'ma keep it G (Uh)
If you ever tell my bitch, she was for the streets
Rest in peace to Kid Cali, nigga, EBE (Aye)
Mack told me wait yo turn, then you gotta feast (Aye)
Niggas heard about my name, somethin like a beast (On hood)
Got some cool ass bitches that be on the east
I been tryna focus up, better let me be
9400 block, where my niggas be (Ay)
Like what's you niggas mean, Smith and Wesson put em back to sleep
Fuck a nigga mean, hit my target, call that bitch a green
Catch me like a beam, think you got it but it's just a scene
I'ma call a screen, if they reach, they gon catch a dream
AMB the team, BL's, I started that (BL)
Send my bitch on a trip, she gon run it back
Choppa shake a nigga down, ain't no lumber jack
I'm the reason that yo bitch ain't callin back
[Chorus: Chiico]

Ay, I'm the number one draft pick (On hood)
Free my day one nigga he from Anthes
I used to slide through the ops with a passion (With a passion)
And every time I wasn't givin out no passes (On god)
I tell my bitches that I love em, I be cappin (I be cappin)
The old me shoot a nigga just for practice
Now I'm gettin to the money like it's magic (Like it's magic)
Nowadays every bitch got some plastic

[Verse 2: Almighty Suspect]

You would think it's barber school how I'm givin niggas fades (On gang)
Hit a nigga with the dip, even though I brought the thang
Brodie always keep a stick, and he fresh up out the cage (On gang)
Pop a nigga, change my shirt, on that shit I had some brains
I'm a real shit starter, but I swear I'm tryna change
Sus Gurb, Santana, I ain't never been a fake
See my closest niggas switch over hoes, niggas gay
Double G up on my feet with a blower on my waist
Chiico, that's my brother, if I'm on you then we on you (We on you)
You a lil boy and I'on know you cause you local (Cause you local)
You don't get a bag but you be sayin that on produce (You be lyin)
Hit the bitch once and then I act like I don't know you
Started, I'ma finish, I'm the flyest nigga in it
I do this everyday, you just do that shit on Christmas (On gang)
I just hit the bitch, then I had her do the dishes
I ain't never had a suit but I'm known to handle business
On the gang
[Chorus: Chiico]

Ay, I'm the number one draft pick
Free my day one nigga he from Anthes (On hood)
I used to slide through the ops with a passion
And every time I wasn't givin out no passes
I tell my bitches that I love em, I be cappin (Ay)
The old me would shoot a nigga just for practice
Now I'm gettin to the money like it's magic (Like it's magic)
Nowadays every bitch got some plastic