Suffolk County Chaos

[Verse 1]
My boy and I
rolling out the driveway, calm, quiet
’til we hit that main road
then it’s all diet of smoke and sirens
Suffolk plates on the back, that tint
hide the stare, but you feel that scent
ink on the neck, hands veined, no flinch
big beard, cold grin, that pinch (yeah)
Push through the door, that hush
pool cues freeze mid-rush
bartender swallow that cuss
ain’t say a word, but they trust
They know what it is from the walk
boots heavy on the cracked old chalk
all that talk turn dust, just cough
fear in the eyes when we cross
[Chorus]
We run Suffolk County causing chaos (chaos)
step in the spot, and they pay us (pay us)
tatted up, big beard, they obey us (obey us)
see ’em drop that gaze when they weigh us (look down)
Blacked-out ride, that fast-track (skrrt)
heart beat hard like a hi-hat
Turn that lane to a racetrack
Me and my boy, yeah, we stay strapped in that scatpack
[Verse 2]
Teardrop ink where the smile should be
history written right under my cheek
they don’t ask what it mean when they see
they just move left quick, part the sea
Old heads nod like “I know”
young kids stare from the phone glow
we don’t pose, we don’t show
we just slide, keep low, count roll
Boot heel up on the brass rail
lean on the wood, tales in the ale
every scar got a page, detail
whole room reading, pale, exhale (woo)
[Chorus]
We run Suffolk County causing chaos (chaos)
step in the spot, and they pay us (pay us)
tatted up, big beard, they obey us (obey us)
see ’em drop that gaze when they weigh us (look down)
Blacked-out ride, that fast-track (skrrt)
heart beat hard like a hi-hat
Turn that lane to a racetrack
Me and my boy, yeah, we stay strapped in that scatpack

rap, Dark East Coast trap-rap with crushing 808s and eerie piano stabs. Male vocals, deep and aggressive, lots of ad-lib echoes. Verses ride a head-nod pocket; hook explodes with doubled vocals and low, chanted gang vocals. Thick sub-bass, crisp hats, occasional siren FX to hype the mayhem.