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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Susta
Performer
Syed Jassim Naqvi
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Syed Jassim Naqvi
Songwriter
Cameron Jope
Songwriter
Maximilian Felix Hackl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daimyo
Producer
Lyrics
I got the fire Prometheus (yeah!)
Dab with the nang, you delirious (bruh!)
64 bitches I couldnt trust (nah)
I got too high so I didn't budge
Call me at home I was out in the morning
Kids we be chilling just throw a bic
A cracker just called me he told me some shit
He put out the fire you rolled out the kit
Relax my mind, get High for good luck
I'm smoking dope with a bitch
When it's time to make fire I'm focused as fuck
Yo Susta Susta can you crush up the rit
I'm the Comish and I don't need a manager
Out in Arizona whipping the challenger
22 shots, Forty the caliber
First class tickets I'm buying to Zanzibar
Skrrt, Powww
Hold up the bags
Business is closed for today
The ledger got stolen again
Samurais running the brains
They chopped up the halls
And dip set with all of the Yen
Managed to run through the flame
Didn't burn them for shit
A feat that they still can defend
No names to be called they trap in the den
I lit your dabs don't take too much offence
Ya
Free the keif
Keep the whole lot barmaid
I have London drugs right in my cell phone
They in my favo(rits)
Got them big bose speakers
It be booming
That's some loud shit
Just lay back and hold the trigger
You feeling them nangs kill
Boom, High Comish running the room
Looking through lenses, increasing the zoom
(Zoom, zoom)
In benzs come looking for you
When High Comish stepping, you won't have a clue
No clue,
It's true,
The shit that I do,
Convincing the world that my mind might be skewed,
But you should be high to see my point of view
So I chop up the pounds cause some Kung fu
(Zah)
I got the fire Prometheus
Dab with the nang it's delirious
32 bitches they trust in me
High Comish smoke the entire tree
Call me at home I was out in the morning
I saw your bih and I swear she was tweaked
Rolled up a 20 could swear she looked peak
Man trip with Comish and you'll trip off ur skis
Dab with the butter before I go stuff her
Combusting cannabinoids, I'm getting lit
If it's undiscovered
Or I'm undercover
I stay under rubber
But I gotta hit (bleh)
Sorry shawty you is not with the shits
I know you wanted but you's not with the shits
Hundred rounds, done click clack, that pow pow pow feel the hits
Written by: Cameron Jope, Maximilian Felix Hackl, Syed Jassim Naqvi
