Bradshaw - Suite 2 lyrics

Head to the hunter grab a key Headed to the place we're supposed to be f**in gettin that lit codeine Drinking and sippin lean Got big filfy Filthiest of filfs Always brags about his b**hes being pretty With their skin bein so Milky But probably a catfish and really gritty From the convict land of great britty He's the daddy Lloyd If you call him casual he'll get annoyed He'll get triggered like a black man in Illinois We've got the cubby house Just as small as a mouse But trust me ladies he can unbu*ton a blouse He can also vape the phattest clouds The problem is girls, he actually vapes That doesn't mean he can't produce the sickest tapes Not only that but I think he can cook some mean crepes f** we got The weirdest of the bunch To know a lot about him you don't need to take a hunch He's been threatened about once, but he can take a punch He's the quickest grinder of them all He'll grind on you, even at the mall Forearms of a giant, don't be appalled Just watch in awe Now we've got the incredible bulk Don't confuse with the Incredible Hulk If he was to drop the ball he wouldn't sulk Anything you do needs his approval Or it goes for the removal His say is absolutely crucial And wise words are so useful f** we got the short bunny rabbit Use to have no hair a f*ggot But he's not gay it's a bad habit Extremely good at playing tony abbot He's a skinny boi Owns his own s** toy He'll put his hands up for Detroit We got the last man here Dankshaw Watch with shock and awe Watch out for the dog cause he gnaws He'll got you in the face, in the jaw My rhymes are the sickest Not only that but they're the littest This is for my boiz in suite 2 hanging out with a sweet tooth Head to the hunter grab a key Headed to the place we're supposed to be f**in gettin that lit codeine Drinking and sippin lean