Lyrics Suburban, Pt. 2 - 22Gz

Ghosty
Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here
Nigga, it's gonna be murder, nigga
Word to my momma, nigga
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain't get that far
If his bro try spin that block, gang-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, tried to run he ain't get that far
(Come here)
If his bro tryna spin that block, gang-gang gon' switch that car
(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
Spin through, hang out this roof with a draco
Back from the M's and the case closed
Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off
Chop off a limb with a chainsaw
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll (bankroll)
Stuffin' the clip, a whole trey-o
He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?
Run up on Fetty, catch Fetty, that's Fetty
Count hella bands, then we chase that zelly
Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
Busting a .40, spin on your shawty
Don't do Bacardi
Bust a piñata, open your matta
Shoot up the party (matta, matta)
Fuck it, we live, chair to the head
Get beat up like Mauley (beat up like Mauley)
If I'm not on the East, then I'm in the fields so I'm up in Garvey
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 paralyzed him
Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain't get that far
(Come here)
If his bro tryna spin that block, gang-gang gon' switch that car
(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
Getting money off the zelly, 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 shot
We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping
See him slipping, I'ma dump it
Kill a nigga then we dump 'em
Throw his body in a dumpster
Spin through like, ay
He moving wock, he get shot in the face
I heard they dropping the rakes
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 (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, tried to run, he ain't get that far
(Come here)
If his bro tryna spin that block, gang-gang gon' switch that car
(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, tried to run, he ain't get that far
If his bro tryna spin that block, gang-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
Sniper, da blixky, da blixky, da blixky, da blixky
Free Kodak Black
Let me catch one of y'all niggas coming
Out the corner stores, some shit, it's litty
Gang