MilkMan The PaperBoy - Suburban G

My lawn look like Augusta
Your bitch she wants to fuck us
The bando got a butler cause I'm trapping out the suburbs
And I'm steady paper chasin' I do not care if I get famous
There's some shit I can't discuss cause you could never hang with us
These brokeboys think I'm playing
Cause, they ain't know I'm weighing
A hunnid racks and 20 pounds in the suburb that I stay in
Cause I'm with the streets not from the streets
Come shop with me or don't fuck with me
I'm the industry's Suburban G
So I don't give attention and they don't get a mention
They not playing they just sitting on the benches claiming that they from the trenches
Well, I am not
I'm that Suburban G selling trees in some high school parking lots
I don't really got no opps
Except some neighborhood watch
When I serve that fucking pack from the bottom of my block yuh
That's what I do
Suburban G I'm selling trees and you could do it too
Now you know that you can't fuck with
Cause I told you that we run shit
I can pull up to your function
Let the Glock rip with my drum bitch yuh
That's what's up
Suburban G's serving trees always been up to some dumb shit
Now you heard what I just said
So move some packs and get some bread
And keep a choppa full of lead
And roll a backwood if you stressed yuh
That's what I did
Suburban G's I'm serving trees to all your fucking kids
In my suburb yea you know my services they are so vital
Boy my trap it got them good prices so people call it BI-LO
So I put my right hand on a bible and pledge allegiance to my streets
Shouts out to my plug cause he always took good care of me
Shouts out to my homies who been with me since day one
I love to reminisce about the stupid shit we done
From the country club to the bando
I'm going places you can't go
I ain't handing out no samples
So bitch, what the fuck you stand for?
I'm standing for the suburbs and the fucking hood
Ten toes when I fucking stood
For everything that should be good and everyone that need a wood
That's the message that I preach dawg
That's what they don't fucking speak on
I'm just tryna fucking teach y'all
So get that package gone
Keep that thang fucking on
Stay a stack until you're gone
And keep your heard down and move on yuh
That's on moms
Suburban G's I'll put you on
Now get your money long
Now you know that you can't fuck with
Cause I told you that we run shit
I can pull up to your function
Let the Glock rip with my drum bitch yuh
That's what's up
Suburban G's serving trees always been up to some dumb shit
Now you heard what I just said
So move some packs and get some bread
And keep a choppa full of lead
And roll a backwood if you stressed yuh
That's what I did
Suburban G's I'm serving trees to all your fucking kids

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MilkMan PaperBoy

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