Black Suburban Lyrics

Z-Z-Zobo, you are lazy

I say double park the whip, we in your

JD With Tha Flex

Double park the whip, we in your city and I'm black suburbans

Brody drive the skat without no tracks to hit the curb burn

Brody on the box, got caught with Glocks, the cops say that he's servin'

Boom this trap shit back, pop out with racks, we got these niggas nervous

Boom this trap shit back, we turn the block up, bitch we out here purpin'

Maryland shoot a he be in the field, I think he play for turf

Dirty ruger, I hit off the stick and then I got a birdie

JD made the beat, it's only right that I come through and carry em

I come through and dog me, bitch I do it often

I outline them chalk, put his bitch ass in a coffin

I sip trish when I'm in Houston, MIA with dolphins (lean, lean)

Then get sweet cause I be rappin', test this shit out often

Test this shit, you die, can't leave the house without my fye

Can't believe that nigga turn see I, he a pussy, see that shit all in his eyes

I be readin' it, fuck a friend, I never need a nigga

If it's smoke then I'ma leave it where I leave you nigga

Girl, switch on the Glock, I tap it, I don't need squeezin' nigga

You want the drugs, come tap it, what you need young nigga

What you bleed young nigga? Fear no man, you bleed just how I bleed young nigga

Never bite the hand that feeds you, snake out who be evil with

Super shiesty, it's the way I came up, got these niggas hatin'

I was broke, if I ain't have it, you had it, I'm takin' it

Out of town, we back to back in Florence, bitch we racin'

Ghost Glocks for the youngins, when they hit em, ain't no tracin'

Double park the whip, we in your city in them black suburbans

Brody drive the skat without no traction, hit the curb, we swervin'

Brody on the box, got cool with Glocks, the cops say that he servin'

Boom this trap shit back, pop out with racks, we got these niggas nervous

Boom this trap shit back, we turn the block up, bitch we out here purpin'

Maryland shooter, he be in the field, I think he play for Turpin'

Dirty ruger, hit off the stick and then I gotta burn it

JD made the beat, it's only right that I come through carry em

Go, I come through and dog him, bitch I do it often

I outline him, chalk him, put his bitch ass in a coffin

I sip trish when I'm in Houston, MIA with Dolphins (lean, lean)

Think it sweet cause I be rappin', test this shit, I off em