Song Lyrics of Suge by Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez


Yeah, ain’t no one colder than me (Yeah)
I’m straight from the mud, I got me a plug
And now I be rollin’ with Meech (Woah, woah)
You think you the s—? I think you a b—-
Now go ahead and call the police (B—-)

These n—–’ll trip, your homie’s a snitch
You’ll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit up Tory and told him I know you don’t like me but f— it I’m over the beef (Word)
Told ’em we could be friends, invited him over and gave them some soda and bleach (Haha)

They say Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft
Now go take a stroll in a beach (Yeah)
N—-, I got the sauce, b—- I’m dog
Just don’t get a hold of my leash (Woof)


Y’all n—– back to the bluffin’ (Blow)
Joyner get back to the bustin’ (Blow)
If I do not make a few millions and shed it I might just go back to the hustlin’
I got me some product and I ain’t gonna hide it
I might just start trappin’ in public
I might go to prison and free all my n—–

That’s word to Harriet Tubman
Tired of you askin’ me questions, I’m sick of it
Why you keep shuttin’ s— down in the internet?
Why do you have so much talent and benefits?
Why you keep droppin’ your album in increments?
A.D.H.D. is a social experiment
Who pay attention the most when they’re hearin’ it?
You cannot stop in this, there’s no interferin’ it
This is my moment and no one is sharin’ it
N—-, I’m just gettin’ started, I hit all my targets
I promise I’m very up front (Yeah)

If I do not win the Grammy this year then I’ll blow that b—- up and everyone dyin’ (Yeah)
I think all my s— is hot, if everyone think that it’s not then everyone lyin’
I hope my s— doesn’t flop, ’cause I’ll put a gun in your head make everyone buy it
I’m diggin’ a hole you can bury the sight (Woo), or you get buried in silence
And the day that I die I get buried the diamonds
I’m killin’ you n—–, you barely survivin’
I think I’m so high, I can marry a pilot
I’m Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, I’m scary and violent
I shut down the planet, you hearin’ the sirens
I’m very excited and you shouldn’t bother
Joyner got too many problems (Word)
I told that little b—- that I’m down with the threesome as long as it’s you and your momma (Yeah)
I ain’t got no patience, I love to get dirty
But f— it I’m cool with the drama (Cool)


When n—– be hatin’ I tell them no worries my n—-, Hakuna Matata
I don’t wear Prada I just wear me a white-T
I bust some Margielas, I still wear that Nikes
I roll with some hitters I know you don’t like me
I s— on you n—– now bring me some wifey (Grra grra)
She think I’m a killer well maybe I might be
I ain’t got no feelings I dare you to fight me
I’ll swing with a left but I’m really a righty
Get p—- and money, it really excites me
You read it, don’t try me, so bow

F— all you pricks, you cannot harm me, I think you a b—-
You think I’m corny? I think I’m the s—
When she get h—- she think of my d—
When I was broke I would think like I’m rich
‘Til I f—– all my credit and hit me a lick (Woo woo)
Then I got me some money to get me a crib
And then blew it on b—— for plenty of fish (F— was I thinkin?)
I’m goin’ back to the streets (Yeah)
If Freddy and Jason had babies my n—- I promisin that would be me (Word)
N—– all in my honey and actin’ all funny I think I’m attracted to bees
They told me that I changed, I look in the mirror like what the f— happened to me?

Ever since I done came up these n—– been so in their feelings
And counted my pockets I know that it’s killin’
Don’t tell me you proud when you know that you’re jealous
The money keep pilin’ I know that you smell it
You think you entitled? Well s— on a d— and I hope that you swallow it
That’s how I’m feelin’ put that on the bible
Don’t call me your family, you know you’re my rival
I do what I gotta now turn the f—–’ TV up I’m in the media
And ain’t nobody wanna see me up, a n—- heated up
I’m like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it


But I’m about to slow a n—- breathin’ up I think he seen enough
I go to hell, I’ll f— a demon up, I think I’m mean enough
To beat a n—- with Adidas ’til I f— the stickers up
I’ll suckerpunch you when I’m sneakin’ up
You couldn’t see me but I had to hit them like a meteor
Remember giddy up, and get to druggin’ away from all of the s—–’
I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away
Like every day to bustin’ and put one in your stomach
I got ’em droppin’ and runnin’, you better cover the duckin’
I’m not the one to be f—– with, I’m not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to
There’s gonna be repercussions
The enemies know what’s up and I’m up in three in the mornin’ when you be sleepin’ and yawnin’, you know the evil be callin’
Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T

N—- on the bomb like T-N-T
Bet I roll up on a n—- with a G-M-C
Get to clappin’ on the middle, bitter E-N-D
Call the plug, tell them when I met ’em I need at least 10 KIs
Now I’m back in business, EPMD
Couldn’t walk on my shoes with a street stampede
Can’t walk this way I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

Pack in the mail, I should’ve done all the crack in the scale
Had to switch position from the kitchen n—- I was flippin’ like a spatula there
Pretty Ricky with them b—— but I’m headed long as a trail that’s spectacu-lar here
Here s— light s—, white whip open up look like a pack of the mayo
I’m back in rodeo f—–’ up the check and chuckin’ up the set
And I’m back off the layover, payover way over n—–
No slumber but a n—- stay over, n—-

Your b—- is with me to the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
Chain swang, white person screamin’ out gang gang
Slide or kick, Jet Li or Lui K-K-Kang
I got a little me he call me based god like brring ding ding
Got a main dame, Audemar that’s my main thang
Got a Rollie watch, named Jane but she playin’-playin’ so we call her plain Jane
Overhaul, let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin’ on a gang member sittin’ in a chain gang
N—- please, I got all n—- cheese, y’all got whole n—– needs
Can’t let a faux n—- hold up, put the hole in your s— then let the hoe n—- leave man
Y’all know a n—- T-O-R-Y, all my n—– got pores and the Os

For the free off of the fee, if a n—- throw a couple Gs get a little n—- smoke for the free, man
One 5-0 for sure n—-, that’s how I go I was chosen with dark melodies
N—– hatin’ have a goner with those enemies
And the snakes keep blowin’ it with those in the breeze
I’m up to no good, my boy’s in the hood
But know young Jeezy, and know Jordy Breezy could blow 40 Gs
Still come back who the f— lookin’ like Ol’ Dirty B from the Wu-Tang n—-
I can say nothin’ on a motherf**kin’ track, still go back plat’ like Pootie Tang n—-
Do your thing n—-, hotter than a Mulsanne
Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank n—-
Man n—– better hide, n—– what?
N—– the bottom of the food chain, n—-

N—- so lame, can’t crew hang, n—- can’t crew bang with ya, can’t move thing with ya’
See a little bad b—- walkin’ down the block but she lookin’ at me ’cause her crew can’t get her
I’m a dominator, moderator, pass your chick like hot potato, police not-cooperator, I won’t tolerate a b—- she talkin’ crazy, not me lil’ n—-
I be on the beach with the C little n—-
I been triplin’ enough to double some trees little n—-
Livin’ it up with the women up in Ibiza little n—-
Give it up all my n—– is talkin’ to havin’, n—– stuck
I been drippin’ and drooppin’ like a n—-’s tippin’ the bucket
I been whippin’ these b—— stickin’ out my d— and they probably they be lickin it’
N—- done get to familiar f—–’, I been f—–’ these women it’s heaven sent in tinted windows
And I’m yellin’ and tellin’ to guys better get to steppin’
I’m reppin’ Umbrella forever my n—– in a bundle
I’m fly as propellers, you jealous enough
A n—- comin’, I’m eatin’ these n—– like ketchup in relish on a bun
I got the money to fund the winners when I want it
And when I want it I wanna feel like it you can’t front on us

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin’ room floor tryin’ to dance alone
And as long as I gotta put my hands all on her she stay in hand ’til it landed on her
I said damn, had to put it in her head I ain’t droppin’ no bread
This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
Got a Coupe full of hoes and hoes in the Coupe till the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
When I’m gone in a poof, I’m exposin’ the glows of the truth
They be knowin’ I be showin’ ’em with proof
Any faux n—-, any hard n—-, any lo-jo small n—- better know
When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil’ Jon and the Eastside Boyz
N—-, and my little b—- type thick, uh
Nikes freezy as a ice-pick, uh
Out of sanction like a high kick, uh
N—– gonna copy my style like a right click
All of my dogs’ll kill you like Mike Vick
Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich

I was handin’ them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin’ out actin’ too lightskin
N—- I’m back in a billi’ applyin’ the pressures spittin’ bunch of flyin’ and firin’
N—- so f—–’ hot you think I died in the desert came back to f— up your entire N-W
Try me? Never, get squandered get shot up for tryin’ be clever
My diamonds forever, designin and linin’ ’em better give ’em a choice
Which one you want, die with the 9 or Beretta
I’m sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper
I like when I’m cold I shoot a n—- make ’em die in December
You been a b—- as long as I can remember
You say that s— gay and them n—– keep talkin’
I promise to silence your members and quiet your temper
While firing bullets that fly at your metal and pry at your denim

I’ll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up and send a shooter that’ll fly off your rental
I promise I’m high on my mental might think it’s setup and find me a n—-
Might line that n—- for the paper let the heater get to foldin’
Origami the n—- the Louie luggage
Bustin’, dye me a n—- but true we thuggin’ no insomnia n—-
I’m really a top 3

Man hold on I’m rapping too much man
F— this s—