Suburban Flow
YGA Isaac
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Ashes to ashes dust to dust Only in my choppa I trust Straight up out the suburbs put that heat on whoever He play he lay up in that grave we sent him straight to the devil I ain't missin never trippin got that rich boy swagger He run his mouth we send him south already know who we after Ridin fast, Hellcat, Demon Bad bitch, ratchet, she just want eat semen Played with the wrong man we left him bleedin Don't do no fightin holes in his body they was leakin I tell him blow the K He just want attention on his birthday we gon celebrate Light him up then blow him out like candles on his birthday cake Said who got banged Hella bank Got more ice than Chris Letang Bullets like a mosh pit when that drum rock they gon go insane Diamond chain, Murder Gang He was talking for the fame Now that boy ain't got no brain She just like my humor she don't f*ck with me Can't let it go you know it's up so now it's stuck with me Taliban Send a diss and now we snappin back just like a rubber band Left him in the dumpster now his body right beside his mans Spun the block, now its hot, get an artificial tan In a jam, Draco kick like Jackie Chan Tell me where we stand Got no soul like Tin Man Heart colder than Finland I'm angry keep inside I'm gon explode just like a soda can Heater in my pants, never ran When the day come we send his body up like Peter Pan Got that 30 on me talkin right now (right now) I ain't got no hope, up the scope Aim between his eyebrows They say YGA how you so fly now Hoodie on, barely speak like a murder man from Chi-Town Brand new suppressor on the Glock ay ay ay (ay) I'm in the cut like an ointment Murder doctor he gon need an appointment He need an IV like poison Cause when that choppa sting we gon exploit him I'm hearin voices Whole gang when we pull up you know its gon be in them Royces I'm having choices You get extorted, then we gon floor it We skirting off in them Porsches Don't wanna force it, car having horses Kickin with Knick like New Yorkers Walking with that steel it hold like 38 (38) Talking shit, let me spit Tryna boost that murder rate Draco with me throwing 4s I ain't got time for none these hoes Packin up and kickin doors Catch em by that corner store I won't make a statement Nothing that we do is basic Blood on the pavement He do the drill he get payment Forever this way ain't no changing Okay who want smoke I got lots of pressure we be blowing dope Coast to coast Blue bands in my pockets like I'm banging Loc I'm gon tote It's gon be that choppa or that llama wave like adios I'll be in that Tahoe like I'm Pablo The way this Draco blow I got a Tec (huh) I want drama know this AR never shoot below the neck I'm perplexed (huh) Reaching in my pocket I got hella checks Boarding jets and morning sex I got hella flex Ain't no other way this shit is gonna go No mistakes, calibrate, youngin let that choppa blow You ain't gon catch me trippin over dirty hoes I got big extensions not to mention I don't do no jokes Is you gon slide on me Or am I gon slide on you In the end nobody slide cause he won't make no moves (pussy) Pussy ass bitch (Goofy) he gon end up on the news Tell the feds to lock me up go put me in a fucking zoo He won't catch me lacking TTG I'm talking after school YGA they know my name I'm known for breaking all the rules
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