No Suburban, Pt. 2 (Explicit)

No Suburban, Pt. 2 (Explicit) - Sheff G

Ayy ayy

Gang gang gang

Shoot with the gang gang gang

Load it then bang bang bang

Bang gang gang

Great John on the beat by the way

Look huh

N***as like sheff you be movin' too hot

You got nothin' to prove you the king of this ****

'Member days postin' the 30s inside of the glock

I was itchin' to move on a lick

N***as be talking real hot for the 'net

But they see me in person they all on my dick

I got they hearts in my pocket no bully

But I could be bullyin' whole lotta ****

Look push me to the limit

Let's see who really tryna get it okay

Push me to the limit

And let's see who really really with it

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Them n***as is lyin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin' look

He got a black flag n***a take it off

You get shot down if you play his songs

I keep a glock 'round I would let it off

This a diss track this is not a song

I got 'em thinkin' it's voodoo

I'ma king corso you poodles

I been in the field like manure

Can't talk on my name 'cause I'll prove it

I'm feelin' like feelin'

Like who really want it

You n***as my sons

I ain't feel like abortin' again

N***as can't mention no money

I double the offer and you know

It's off with his head

Just pass me the chop lemme fold 'em

Me by myself I'll do it to you

Run up get dirt up on m8v3n

Me by myself I'll give it to you

N***as like sheff you be movin' too hot

You got nothin' to prove you the king of this ****

'Member days postin' with 30s inside of the glock

I was itchin' to move on a lick

N***as be talking real hot for the 'net

But they see me in person they all on my dick

I got their hearts in my pocket no bully

But I could be bullyin' whole lotta ****

Look push me to the limit

Let's see who really tryna get it okay

Push me to the limit

And let's see who really really with it

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Them n***as is lyin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Don't see no suburbans who spinnin' look look

Lyin' in they raps for the clout

Heard that boy a snitch fish 'em out

Boy I got the wave you in drought

Reason why my dick in they mouth

No this ain't dance music n***a

I buss a bop I don't dance

No this ain't chill music n***a

I'm tryna drill I want 'em dead

Huh this for the streets so **** your say

Don't care if this don't get no radio play

Huh bang on any who play

My flow so sick for any who hate huh

Oh you tryna buss matas

Shots spin him that's bachata

I stand over n***as and buh blacka

The king no I'm da masa n***a

MV MV gang

Shoota shoota don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

That's shoota gang shoota gang gang gang gang

MV MV gang

Shoota shoota don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

That's shoota gang don't see no suburbans who spinnin'

Shoota gang gang gang gang

Bang bang load it the bang bang bang

Gang gang

I need to hear that again