Songtext Sus Upchurch

Sus

Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy
Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't

Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade
Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays
Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us
'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo)

Sheesh, this is when the swamp meet the creek
Couple them busters tried to rock us but we landed on our feet
Capiche, I'm good from the wood to the street
I say I gotcha bitch, I gotcha but I must protect my peace
Like Lord please, I keep this bitch jumpin' like Dominique
Upchurch and that Brodnax on the Ka-Kalani beat
Leave no food on your plate bitch, you better eat up
This that motherfucker heater carnitas and margaritas
Ain't no hables or no ingles they can't comprehend the meanin'
Try walk the road of righteousness, avoid the fuckin' demons
They try to wake you up but baby boy he must be dreamin'
Bitch, you better know that the Lord brought us here for a reason
Believe me

Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy
Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't

Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade
Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays
Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us
'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo)

Ayy, I heard a secret in the system
I heard they gettin' nervous when I'm quiet and I whisper
And I ain't gotta say it 'cause I know they ass remember
I'm that mister no pretender, ge-ge-get your ass dismembered
Husky honky with a temper, ba-ba-barbed wire templar
And y'all music sugar-daddies gotta call me mister
Yes sir man, all my albums got my surname
Runnin' with a hatchet, cut a track like I'm Wu-Tang
I'm Hubba Bubba sucka, too much flavor no chew
I just spit it with a vengeance they career my spittoon
My studio a saloon, go 'head and get your platoon
Then you'll get snatched up out the sticks when I'm with that Rougarou
Ya heard?

Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy
Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us
All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't

Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade
Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays
Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us
'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo)