Suburban Pt. 2 Lyrics

(Chorus)
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!
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!

(Verse 1)
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, there's some stuff in this face off
Choppa full of dem with a chainsaw
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll

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