Lyrics King Lil G – Sucios
Text:
King Lil G:
Ahh man
What fuck I tell you
About getting soft over bitches
Cause I don’t fuck with a sucio
Gotta learn to fuck bitches right homie
Man the fuck up
A yo money ain’t a thing though
I ain’t buy a bitch nothing but some fries
Chorus:
Show me where the hoes & the money at
All I wanna do is flip 100 dollar stacks
Sucios never fight over hoodie rats
If you love her homie
You can have that bitch back
(here you go)
Verse 1:
I’m bout to get a new tattoo
It gon’ say flip related to the sucio crew
I don’t think you understand
What it is we do
Get money take bitches that chill with you
Listen up
You seen it on pictures
Bitches love us
Them so-called playas
Know they ain’t us
No we ain’t sluts
Cause sluts they get fucked
Get laid & get stuck
Fatz & beto
5 star general
Tramp stamp hoes
Took a bitch out
Homies its a no-no
Take it how you want it
Sucka its a low blow
Chorus x2
Verse 2:
I got my ftd on
Skulls on a black tee
Still gettin’ my lean on
All through the rap scene
Magazine glamorous life
It keep calling
The ghetto is the reason
Why I will keep balling
Rolling 4 deep
Swift & b.g
In the back nasty j
Right beside me
Limo tint on the windows
So you can’t see me
I’m headed to the valley
To see that dime piece
Outro:
I’m not gon’ lie
We fuck bitches
But like dame dash said we gon’ give em back
You can’t try to put in a membership to be a sucio
You gotta have it in your fucken blood
What up babee gee?
Muthafucken roll dog
New sucio
What up to my muthafucken boy beto
Yo when I say 5 star muthafucken general
That boy got stripes
My muthafucken boy kat
Kato
Yo we don’t give a fuck about hoes
Let em know kat
Let me tell you about the real muthafucken sucios
The don — big downer
He got muthafuckas all up on his dick
Riding his muthafucking dick
Hey muthafuckas should be pregnant by now
Go check that shit out
That’s who the fuck we are
Sucios
Big buzz — the capo
We fuck hoes in a major way
Matter of fact you can have my bitches
I don’t want em
Hey fatz, they don’t understand me homie
Fatz! they don’t understand me homie
(fo life)
They don’t understand me
Cut this muthafucken beat off
(booyah)
Cause lil soft ass muthafuckas get me hot
Real hot
I got my mind on my money (money)
I got my mind on my money
You got your mind on it
But you ain’t gettin’ shit