Suburbans

Yeah, let's get it, (Mumbles)
Ouh, ay I grew up round suburbans, don't get mad when I pull up in suburbans

Grew up in the hood?
No, I grew up round suburbans, don't get mad, when I pull up in suburbans
I'm the type to pull up in a little Ford Focus, blue rims, black tint, how can't you notice

MVP, in this rap game, need a ring huh, done got me like a 10k car like last week huh
No for a feature you ain't getting it from me, your cap rap
Need adjustments and some tweaks huh

Flying by Lex, with the fellas, check the status huh, done released a song
Already got it off the checklist, huh
You stay hatin', but Koto know you jealous, stop it with cappin' you fake like prosthetics

Ay, bars so sweet like milk chocolate, hold on, one second, one second, one second
Let me just re-corporate myself real quick, mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Let's get it, ay, ay yuh

Grew up in the hood?
No, I grew up round suburbans, don't get mad, when I pull up in suburbans
I'm the type to pull up in a little Ford Focus, blue rims, black tint, how can't you notice
3, 3, 3, We is brothers like the Jonas, kicking beats Rock Lee, Hidden Leaf Lotus
Sweet tooth in the booth, Twinkies, like the Hostees
Put you in your place, sit you down like a hostees
Yuh, ay, you bologna yeah you bogus

Man, I ball like Anthony Davis, bow to this brow cause Koto gettin' famous
You stay hatin', but Koto on the playlist, like Futuristic I am feelin' like the greatest
My gracious, this gas like the station, goin' crazy in the mode so I'm sagin'
Clay Aiken, I'm an American Idol. I know you in denial, labels ringing up the dial
Like Far Cry Primal this a game of survival
MoCo with the tribal, don't be selfish, stay prideful, ouh

Keep getting hotta, holla to yo momma
Dance to Koto with some salsa, like NLE I am feelin' like Shotta
My flow with the nen and my bars with the aura

This a new chapter so I'm starting up a Manga, MK11 stay killin' like Katana
Stop playin' boy, makin' bread like a lotta, ate this beat like a whole enchilada
Lil Wayne, on the move like lasagna. I ain't lyin' I'm a king like Mufasa
24/7 feel like rackin' up them commas, better yet, 24/8 feel like Mamba

Grew up in the hood?
No, I grew up round suburbans, don't get mad, when I pull up in suburbans
I'm the type to pull up in a little Ford Focus, blue rims, black tint, how can't you notice
3, 3, 3, we is brothers like the Jonas, kicking beats Rock Lee, Hidden Leaf Lotus
Sweet tooth in the booth, Twinkies, like the Hostees
Put you in your place, sit you down like a hostees
You bologna yeah you bogus, huh



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Stinnett
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