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trapping in the suburbs - 414 cartel lyrics

(intro)
diego, you going to the country club today?
nah, bro, i’m free
jay, you sailing that yacht later?
nah, man, that’s next week
alright, uh, you guys tryna make a track or something?
sh-t, i’m down
so, yeah?
yeah!
alright, jay, you start
alright, bet!

(verse: 414 cartel)
414 cartel
we trapping in the suburbs
cooking in the kitchen with that homegrown cuc-mber
never struggle, b-tch
you know we got it made
don’t have a job
but i’m still getting paid
keep my circle wrapped tight, it’s a cul-de-sac
going deep like i am the quarterback
to heck with these thots
b-tch, i’m on that grind
drop an album, bestseller like the times
414 cartel be the king of the suburbs
we so fresh, you burn out like some rubber
life is easy, so i’m sipping lemonade
i’m just chilling, you can catch me in the shade
need some ice for my wrist and my drink
going up fast, i’m a be there in a blink
…………………………..
i’m on that suburb sh-t, but trapping every night
i’m not too c-cky, i live in milwaukee
parents are lawyers, so nothing can stop me
got four 4 cars, and i don’t have a license
mess with me, and you’ll have a crisis
first thing’s first, i greet you with ‘howdy’
f-nny pack jeans are all i put on me
salad and sardines are my favorite lunch
toyota, prius, and maybe some brunch
i am subscribed to buzzfeedblue
hit me up on email at yahoo
columbian prodigy coming up next
with the cartel, i’m bringing the best
i ain’t a cooker, but i’m reeling in fish
call me jeff best, ’cause i whip up a dish
haven’t been broke since the day i was born
…………………………….
people stay up and like to flex fortnite
but i’d rather be sleeping if it’s for a night

(verse)
mont clare on that old school rap
mess around on soundcloud, bout to put us on the map
in the suburbs, that is where we trap
kicking it with cartel, bout to take this sh-t back
glendale, born and raised
hot in the summer so i’m sipping lemonade
nicolet, got an a in every cl-ss
gotta keep my grades up or my mom’ll whoop my -ss
carrots, tomatoes, cilantro, and chives
get that sh-t fresh, got a garden outside
you can catch me shooting threes ’cause i don’t own a glock
suburban, i ain’t urban, and my time’s on the clock
i don’t smoke trees, i just smoke the baby backs
34 pack of the rack, plus the tax
414 cartel, blowing up like c4
just dropped this track, and there’s bout to be more

- 414 cartel lyrics

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