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Americas Most Unwanted - Trappin In The Suburbs Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Suburbanite, Plaguee]
We the blaghmusic!
America’s most unwanted, part 1
Trapping in the suburbs
DJ I’m a minor, ahh (Okay, that’s enough)
America’s most unwanted, part 1!
DJ Suburbanite
Cut it, cut-cut it off!

[Verse 1: V8]
Don't gotta call that girl, she callin’ me to throw it (Huh)
She take initiative, don't talk and come and show it (Yeah)
Hop in the jet, black coupe, accelerate, floor it (What)
The best one out here, man, you know it, hold on
Breaking backs like I’m Bane
For a week, she gon’ walk with a cane
At the crib, now I’m makin’ it rain (Yeah)
Threw so much, I can’t ever feel pain (Grah)

[Interlude: blaghmusic, DJ Suburbanite, RRAZZ]
America’s most unwanted!
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Bro, what the hell is wrong-)
Moshpit (But this next verse though!)
Skibidi bop bop bop (Bars, bars!)
Skibidi sigma (Hoorah!)
[Verse 2: RRAZZ]
All I do is spit hard bars
Stack up the money, line up the cars
Shootin’ up opps, no chance to redeem
Explosive rhymes, ‘boutta make this crowd scream
Strollin’ down the suburbs, markin’ my block
Shut up man, cut the trash talk
Game follows me, no need for fishin’
Silencin’ y’all, just stop and listen

[Verse 3: blaghmusic]
Swear that I’m harder than ever, like Lil Baby
They like, “Are you gon’ drop?”
I’m like, mmm, maybe
We goin’ crazy in the studio
Heard your raps, and you sound like doodie, bro
Yo, blagh just killed it on the drums
V8 just ate and left no crumbs
Lyrical Leaf chewin’ ‘em up like some gum
And Plaguee, umm…

[Verse 4: Plaguee]
I be goin’ hella [?], I’m off a pill of ecstasy
Sorry girl, I can’t be here, I’m in love with the money
Slangin’ in the trap, all the fiends have to pay the fee
The gang got the block jumpin’, wouldn’t be the same without me
If we spin once and we ain’t got him, then we spin twice
Me and the gang love gamblin’, all we do is shoot dice
Give that boy a bald fade, act like he got lice
Put him on a t-shirt, sell him for a good price
[Verse 5: Lyrical Leaf]
I’ve been trappin’ in the suburbs, countin’ all these numbers (Oy oy oy)
Block by block, shootin’ [?] murmurs
Block by block, big W, sittin’ fire (Oy oy oy)
Yeah, block by block, at the suburbs (Oy oy oy, at suburbs)
Hittin’ it hard