Suburban, Pt. 2 - 22gz, Frosty

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn’t get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a 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

Tryna run, he didn’t get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target

Whole lot of shots knock his face off it

Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco

Back from the Ms and the case closed

Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off

Chop off a limb with a chainsaw

No cap, I’m in the booth with a bankroll

Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o

He ain’t gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang fold?

Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that’s Fetty

Count hella bands, wouldn’t chase that zelly

Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny

Gang in the spot, get deady on deady

Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don’t do Bacardi

Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party

Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley

If I’m on the East, then I’m in the fields so I’m up and gone

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 paralysed him

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn’t get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a 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

B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot

We don’t do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping

See him slipping, I’m a dump it

Kill a nigga then we dump 'em

Throw his body in a dumpster

Spin through like, ay

He moving or walk, he get shot in the face

I heard they dropping the rates

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

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

Tryna run, he didn’t get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target

Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn

Tryna run, he didn’t get that far

If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car

Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted

Lawyer gon' spank that charge

Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target