Suburban PT. 2

Hoodie on, mask drawn

Strap drawn, tryna run he ain't get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block

Then gang gon switch that car

Kill a opp broad day

Get blasted, lawyer gon span that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans

Blicky gon hit that target!

Hoodie on, mask on

Strap drawn, tryna run, he ain't get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block

Then gang gon' switch that car

Kill an 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

Fit through

Hang out this roof with a Drako

Back from the M and the case closed

But on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off

Choppa full of dem with a chainsaw

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

Stuffin' the whole clip, a whole trey-o

He ain't gon shoot, why the fuck is he gang fold?

Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty

Count hella bands then chase that zelly

Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny

Gang in the spot, get deady on deady

Bust in a 40, spin on your shawty

Don't leave a cada

Bust a pinata, open your motha

Shoot up the party

Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley

If I'm on the East, then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone

30 clips, that mean hella bodies

Spin your hood and kill anybody

If he missing the medics got him

He ain't dead but we paralysed him

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn't get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch 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 zelly, in and out her like a deli

Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly

B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot

We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping

See him slipping, I'm a dump it

Kill a nigga then we dump 'em

Throw his body in a dumpster

Spin through like, ay

He moving or walk, he get shot in the face

I heard they dropping the rates

Well we got the addy and we on the way

Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em

Purge with burners, it's a murder

Hearse him, put him in the dirt

They got his face prints on a shirt

Hop out, strap drawn, head tap

Tryna run, he ain't get that far

Spin through, two shooters, one driver

We gon' kill that boy

We gon' bend that block, we gon'

You gon' hear that noise

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

Hit him in his head top

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn't get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn't get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target