Suburban, Pt. 2
22Gz
3:11(Ghostly) Blixky, the blixky, the blixky, the blixky, the blixky Grrah Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out Catch me a knock out I made his bitch, tap out Walk in the party, no pat down Henny, Patron 'til I pass out Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out Hope it don't escalate 'Hang out the 'burban or escalade Boostin' my accolades 24/7 we purgin' for hella days Lingo chattin' trapanese Spinnin', twirlin', bendin' rapidly He got a back full of batteries But that boy snitched on assault and a battery We tryna burn off some calories Ain't with the chattery, cause a fatality Chop 'em up to slices Hollow tips rip biceps Move real tact like ISIS Got hands like Mike Tyson I'm with blixks and snipers We spin blocks, they typin' Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out Catch me a knock out I made his bitch, tap out Walk in the party, no pat down Henny, Patron 'til I pass out Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out Knocks out, block out Glock out, mop out I see a opp, let me hop out We gettin' shiggy as soon as she clock out My house, pullin' my cock out One in the head and I'm aimin' for mattas, mattas You better watch out Hit from the back, I can't wife on a baba They sick Ain't dead? Then spin Reverse that whip We twirl with blixks Got sauce, got drip Get wacked, don't slip Swerve, drift U-turn, it's clipped Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out Catch me a knock out I made his bitch, tap out Walk in the party, no pat down Henny, Patron 'til I pass out Pop out, hop out Chop out, watch out