Video Certified de Aka Suaz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aka Suaz - Certified Lyrics

Stinc team b*tch off the mussle
(aye)
[Verse 1: Bluepesos]
We certified i ain't gotta speak n*ggas know the mussle ()
Grab the duct tape n*Ggas weird put the muzzle on him
Ain't no sympathy for opps, why you looking puzzled?
A thousand ways to make money, i got many hustles
Kick door specialist, you know we brought the weapons in
N*gga don’t be testing us, im chillin where them felons is
The flu flammers and street n*ggas totting all the street sweepers
You know we brought the heat with us i advice you not to be silly
Tricky ball play karate chop shout out sensei
Im in love with maе ling anything so we can get paid
4 mop sticks we finna clеan his house we brought 4 maids
Any reason on the gang drop a hunnid, that’s a fair trade

[Chorus: Bluepesos]
N*gga tryna fade come and box with these shell cases
Talking out his neck, he get flipped for them weird phrases
Stomped his head in the ground he need some new braces
Anything to the blue faces im a strip taker
He's a risk taker got a k ,we gon switch blade him
Four letters white T we made that n*gga street famous
Packing 12 gauges homerun i stole 3 bases
He gon get his top blown for them mean faces
[verse 2: Duffy]
223's in his head he ain't finna make it
See some M's in my future im starting to taste it
Fly n*gga b*tches throwing pussy ,so why would i chase it?
If this rap sh*t don’t work then it’s back to the basics
N*ggas know that time is money im not finna waste it
Seen him with the old chain them b*tches was ancient
N*ggas broke so they sad ,the bluest of faces
Im riding in the back with the k this foreign is spacious
Ain't no superhero n*gga this is not no marvel
Try to run up on the team? he losing his marbles
Walk a n*gga down all he saw was the chains and the sparkles
Left him swimming stashed his Glock in the (?) in a harbour
N*ggas rapping fairy tales rip to the author
Your n*gga never competition his hoodie from marshals
Got the devil with me think he should turn on some gospel
All these old n*ggas talking, i'll turn em into fossils

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]
He don't see this blower pocking? he want me to pop it
50 to his chest the other 50 went right to his (knogen)
Dark coupes and dark tints like we came with Obama
Black gloves and ski mask we equipped when we flocking
Window pocking veratrin aye bro where the camera's is?
Dragging out a safe, aye Duffy where we stashing this?
Capping in your raps all these bunk n*ggas counter fit
You still wearing Nike sweat suits get a better fit
[verse 4: Duffy]
All them songs with no slaps that's embarrassing
I ain't worried about no n*gga we ahead of them
Life is excellent this Wok E cup is delicate
He could die you should tell him who he messing with
Chop get to touching on these n*ggas its affectionate
He caught like 32 shots, that's a estimate
Who this n*gga in our section? can i help you kid?
N*ggas thinkin they f*ck with us i ain't heard nothing yet