Suburban

I told that bitch to shut up she get on my nerves I'm finna cut her off kick her to the curb Young nigga posted up in the 'burbs I'll still bail out the suburban Put a bag on yo' head like a turban He say he want smoke well what's the word then Ridin' in a four door and I'm swervin I know them niggas not outside I was just lurking Pull up going crazy Smoking loud it got me lazy Lying like she pregnant with my child this hoe crazy Don't know why she lying she could never have my baby She could never be my lady and my pockets stuffed with that Katie I won't serve you less than a KD Want a feature? You gotta pay me In a Maybach not a Mercedes But they tell me it's the same thing Wanna sign me? Then I need eighteen M's Young nigga finna go f*ck up the ATM With a light skinned hoe name NuNu but she not from ATL And the pack you smoking boo boo I can tell by how it smell If you play with the gang I'll shoot you I'm a loose screw I don't care And she like how I smell my cologne that's YSL I f*ck up yo clientele don't give no f*ck what you trying to sell I can't lie I'm high as hell can't touch the ground even if I fell Free my brother out the cell and we don't f*ck with tattletales I told that bitch to shut up she get on my nerves I'm finna cut her off kick her to the curb Young nigga posted up in the 'burbs I'll still bail out the suburban