| Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
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| Tryna run, he didn’t get that far
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| If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car
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| Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
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| Lawyer gon' spank that charge
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| Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target
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| Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
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| Tryna run, he didn’t get that far
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| If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car
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| Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
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| Lawyer gon' spank that charge
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| Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target
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| Whole lot of shots knock his face off it
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| Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco
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| Back from the Ms and the case closed
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| Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off
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| Chop off a limb with a chainsaw
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| No cap, I’m in the booth with a bankroll
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| Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o
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| He ain’t gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang fold?
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| Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that’s Fetty
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| Count hella bands, wouldn’t chase that zelly
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| Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
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| Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
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| Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don’t do Bacardi
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| Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party
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| Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley
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| If I’m on the East, then I’m in the fields so I’m up and gone
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| 30 clips, that mean hella bodies
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| Spin your hood and kill anybody
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| If he missing the medics got him
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| He ain’t dead but we paralysed him
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| Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
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| Tryna run, he didn’t get that far
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| If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car
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| Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
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| Lawyer gon' spank that charge
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| Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target
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| Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli
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| Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly
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| B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot
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| We don’t do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping
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| See him slipping, I’m a dump it
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| Kill a nigga then we dump 'em
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| Throw his body in a dumpster
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| Spin through like, ay
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| He moving or walk, he get shot in the face
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| I heard they dropping the rates
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| Well we got the addy and we on the way
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| Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em
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| Purge with burners, it’s a murder
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| Hearse him, put him in the dirt
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| They got his face prints on a shirt
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| Hop out, strap drawn, head tap
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| Tryna run, he ain’t get that far
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| Spin through, two shooters, one driver
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| We gon' kill that boy
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| We gon' bend that block, we gon'
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| You gon' hear that noise
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| All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots
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| Hit him in his head top
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| Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
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| Tryna run, he didn’t get that far
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| If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car
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| Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
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| Lawyer gon' spank that charge
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| Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target
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| Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn
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| Tryna run, he didn’t get that far
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| If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car
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| Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
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| Lawyer gon' spank that charge
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| Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suburban, Pt. 2 , by - 22gz. Song from the album Growth & Development, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп