Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suburbia , by - Trizz. Release date: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suburbia |
| House party on the block mayne, everybody ran when the shots rang… |
| niggas start fightin when the thots came, guns got drawn on lawn and the cops |
| came. |
| And this happen in suburbia, niggas wanna bang for name cuz they ain’t |
| heard of us. |
| the shit is really hurtin us, nobody wanna work wit us. |
| It make the city look bad, u niggas ain’t murderers. |
| friends killin friends |
| over jealousy and money, bitches fuckin' homies other homies likes funny, |
| the summer heatin' up u know what happen when it’s sunny so be careful how u |
| movin' or get caught up like dummy… run it, I’m all up in pockets if u |
| stuntin', pick lock-in doors and take what ever out yo bucket, it’s nothin', |
| smokin' out the 85 cutlass seat laid back way back countin' duckets |
| Hook |
| Ridin' thru suburbia, them inland niggas with it bitch don’t act like u ain’t |
| heard of us |
| That beef shit ain’t hurtin' us, they really gotta problem? |
| tell’em niggas come |
| and murder us |
| Ain’t nobody servin us, put’em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us. |
| .we just ridin thru suburbia, to live and die in suburbia |
| They was always hatin' tryna take my shit, in between classes tryna take my |
| bitch… mad cuz I was rappin' and they played my shit, niggas couldn’t hang so |
| they hate my gift. |
| I’m runnin out of weed let me lace my spliff, |
| cross faded nigga had to drank my fifth. |
| Stumble out the function tryna take |
| my piss, gettin' hounded by some fans tryna take my pics… Every where I go I |
| got’em yellin' out inland, niggas was ashamed until that nigga Trizz did it, |
| honorable mention, best to ever spit shit, fans got my name tatted tell me I |
| ain’t did shit. |
| 4 tours deep nigga tell me I ain’t did shit, album on the |
| shelves now independent business. |
| Down for my niggas put whatever over bitches, |
| handin' out tickets to who ever tryna get it! |
| Hook |
| Riding thru suburbia, them inland niggas bitch don’t act like u ain’t heard of |
| us |
| That beef shit ain’t hurtin us, they really gotta problem tell’em nigga come |
| and murder us |
| Ain’t nobody servin us, put’em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us. |
| .we just ridin thru suburbia, live and die in suburbia |