- Sheff G No Suburban, Pt. 2 歌詞
- Sheff G
- Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Shooters the gang, gang, gang
Load up the bang, bang, bang
Bang
Gang, gang
The gang, gang ( Great John on the beat by the way), gang, gang, gang, gang
Look, huh
n*ggas like, 'Sheff, you be movin too hot'
'You got nothin to prove, you the king of this sh*t'
Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock
I was itchin to move on a lick
n*ggas be talking real hot for the net
But they see me in person, they all on my d*ck
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin whole lotta sh*t, look
Push me to the limit
Lets see who really tryna get it, okay
Push me to the limit
And lets see who really, really with it
Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?
(Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin? Them n*ggas is lyin)
Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?
Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin? Look
He got a black flag, n*gga, 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 its voodoo
Im a Cane Corso, you poodle
I been in the field like manure
Cant talk on my name cause Ill prove it
Im feelin like, feelin like who really want it?
You n*ggas my sons, I aint feel like abortin again
n*ggas cant mention no money
I double the offer and you know its off with his head
Just pass me the chop, let me fold em
Me by myself, Ill do it to you
Run up, get done up, on M8V3N, huh
Me by myself, Ill give it to you
Them n*ggas like, 'Sheff, you be movin too hot'
'You got nothin to prove, you the king of this sh*t'
Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock
I was itchin to move on a lick
n*ggas be talking real hot for the net
But they see me in person, they all on my d*ck
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin whole lotta sh*t, look
Push me to the limit
Lets see who really tryna get it, okay
Push me to the limit
Lets see who really, really with it
Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?
(Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin? Them n*ggas is lyin)
Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?
Dont 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 d*ck in they mouth
No, this aint dance music, n*gga (I bust a bop, I dont dance)
No, this aint chill music, n*gga, huh (Im tryna drill, I want em dead)
This for the streets, so f*ck your say
Dont care if this get no radio play, huh
Bang on any who play
My flow so sick, f*ck any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna bust māthās?
Shots spin him, thats bachata
Stand over n*ggas and buh-blocka
The king? No, Im da massah, n*gga
M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?)
Shooter, shooter, thats shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang, gang
(Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?)
Shooter, shooter, thats shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang, gang (Dont see no Suburbans, who spinnin?)
Shooter gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang
Load up the bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang
Gang
(I need to hear that again)
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