Suburban, Pt. 2

Lyrics

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

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Song Details

Duration
03:10
Key
11
Tempo
144 BPM

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