Album Cover Suburban, Pt. 2

Suburban, Pt. 2

22gz

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Ghosty

Catch one of y′all niggas slipping out here, niggaIt's gon′ be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga

Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn

Tryna run, he ain't get that far

Fishbowl try spin that block

Gang gang gon' swiss that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon′ spank that charge (grrrt)

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon′ hit that target

Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn

Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)

Fishbowl try spin that block

Gang gang gon′ swiss that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon′ hit that target

Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through

Hang out the roof with a Draco

Back from the Yams' and the case closed

Blood on my kicks, that′s from stomping his face off

Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here)

No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll

Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O

He ain′t gon shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?

Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that′s Fetti (come here)

Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle

Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny

Gang in the spot, get deady on deady

Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty

Don't do Bacardi (don′t do Bacardi)

Buss your piñata, open your māthā

Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā)

Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley

If I'm not on the H, then I′m in the Fields or I'm up in Garvey

30 clip, that mean hella bodies

Spin ya hood and kill anybody

If he missing, the medics got him

He ain′t dead but we paralyzed him

Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn

Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)

Fishbowl try spin that block

Gang gang gon' swiss that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon′ spank that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon′ hit that target

Getting money off the zelle

In and out her like a deli

Free that nigga Skrelly

Put a bullet in his belly

BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy

We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin′

See him slipping, I'ma dump it

Kill a nigga then we dump him

Throw his body in a dumpster

Spin through like, "Aye"

He moving wocky, get shot in the face

I heard they dropping the rakes

Well we got the addy and we on the way

Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk ′em

Purge with burners, it's a murder

Hearse ′em, put 'em in the dirt

They got his face prints on a shirt

Hop out, strap drawn, head tap

Try to run, he ain't get that far (He ain′t get that far)

Spin through, two shooters, one driver

We gon′ kill that boy (We gon' kill that boy)

We gon′ bend that block, we gon'

You gon′ hear that noise (You gon' hear that shit)

All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots

Hit ′em in his head top (kill that nigga)

Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn

Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)

Fishbowl try spin that block

Gang gang gon' swiss that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon′ spank that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon′ hit that target

Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn

Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)

Fishbowl try spin that block

Gang gang gon′ swiss that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon′ hit that target

Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky

Free Kodak Black

Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin′ out the corner store or some shit, it's litty

Gang