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Almighty Suspect - Backstreets Lyrics

[Intro: Almighty Suspect]
Zay Coronado on the beat
On the gang, on the gang

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]
Bitch, what the fuck niggas mean?
I was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team
On the gang, nigga, you's a nerd and a lame
I'ma join in this bitch, niggas never ask my name, stupid
I'm the shit and they knew it
The bitch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it's over
And they know I keep blower
You don't talk bands, niggas broke, need loaners, bitch
I ain't never been no poser
Pulled out them bands on that bitch, had to show her
This something light but I get way colder
You was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet
I'm the man in these streets
I was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, bitch
Niggas can't tell me shit
Niggas wanna act dumb till we flip his whole whip
[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga

[Verse 2: Chiico]
Look, look
I ain't never letting off, applying pressure to gang
A couple niggas got popped, I ain't saying no names
I got a .40 with a stick and it play no games
For my side, I'ma ride, you niggas know my lane, look
When I'm rolling then that blower get to blowing
I done took a couple L's but a nigga got focused
I ain't folding, bitch, you better understand the motion
If I ever hit your block then the nigga got folded, like, bitch
If I'm tripping, ain't no going back
All this money that I'm getting got me throwing racks
If I let this thing rip, it ain't no coming back
All this designer got yo bitch wanna throw it back
Every nigga know the code for a street nigga
Kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, nigga
I been plotting on a mill', I gotta eat, nigga
To the grave, I'ma die a real street nigga
[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets
Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga