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suburban, pt. 2 (remix) - 22gz lyrics

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[intro: 22gz]
ghosty
catch one of y’all n*ggas slipping out here, n*gga
it’s gon’ be murder, n*gga, word to my mama, n*gga
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain’t get that far
fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang going to swiss that car
k!ll an opp broad day, get blasted, lawyer gon’ spank that charge
hangin’ out all black suburbans, bl!cky gon’ hit that target

[chorus: 22gz]
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain’t get that far (come here)
fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang going to swiss that car
k!ll an opp broad day, get blasted, lawyer gon’ spank that charge (gang, gang, gang)
hangin’ out all black suburbans, bl!cky gon’ hit that target

[verse 1: 22gz]
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 (bankroll)
stuffin’ the clip, a whole trey*o
he ain’t gon’ shoot, why the f*ck is he gang for?
run up on fetty, catch fetty, that’s fetty (come here)
countin’ h*lla bands, swing chase that zelly (p*ssy)
henny on henny on henny on henny
gang in the spot, get deady on deady
bustin’ a 40, spin on your shawty, don’t do bacardi (don’t do bacardi)
bust your piñata, open your māthā, shoot up the party (māthā, māthā)
f*ck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like mauley (beat up like mauley)
if i’m not on the h, then i’m in the fields or i’m up in garvey
thirty clip, that mean h*lla bodies (h*lla bodies)
spin your hood and k!ll anybody (anybody)
if he missing, the medics got him
he ain’t dead, but we paralyzed him (paralyzed him)
[chorus: 22gz]
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain’t get that far (come here)
fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang going to swiss that car
k!ll an opp broad day, get blasted, lawyer gon’ spank that charge (gang, gang, gang)
hangin’ out all black suburbans, bl!cky gon’ hit that target

[verse 2: frosty]
look
half a t in the press machine, i could do this sh*t in my sleep (for real)
made the driver spin the block, hit everyone at the scene
you can see the bl!cky showin’ through these amiri jeans
in jail, used to throw my hands like wilder, n*ggas ain’t scarin’ me (let’s go, let’s go)
reclinin’ seats, got twelve of each, just served ’em all through the window (like what she want?)
rico k!lled mitch for fourteen bricks, that’s why i don’t f*ck with weirdos
empty the clip, make him twirl, turn his heartbeat zero (bap, bap, bap)
bando baby moved to the suburb but still do road in a [?]

[chorus: 22gz]
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain’t get that far (come here)
fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang going to swiss that car
k!ll an opp broad day, get blasted, lawyer gon’ spank that charge (gang, gang, gang)
hangin’ out all black suburbans, bl!cky gon’ hit that target
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, tried to run, he ain’t get that far (come here)
fishbowl try to spin that block, gang gang going to swiss that car
k!ll an opp broad day, get blasted, lawyer gon’ spank that charge (gang, gang, gang)
hangin’ out all black suburbans, bl!cky gon’ hit that target
[outro: 22gz]
sniper da bl!cky da bl!cky da bl!cky da bl!cky
free kodak black
let me catch one of y’all n*ggas comin’ out the corner store or some sh*t, it’s litty
gang

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