Sheff G - No Suburban lyrics

I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag


Better recognize who you dealing with
Run up, gun up, gon' be a death
Leave a blicky lookin' all sticky, drippy
Paramedics looking for his chest
Catch him time 'cause you
Know them blickys quick
You stupid niggas, running rick the best
Think they hiding all behind
They Steve McQueen
You stupid, that's a scarf, it's not a vest
Give him two, three shots


Walk up on him point-blank, hollow chromes go
TuTu gon' free shots
I ain't even have to aim, Randy Moss throw
Watch me switch with the flow
Heard them niggas talkin' talk, now look
I'm causing show
Watch your bitch nigga bros
Heard they plottin' on your stupid
Ass for the dough

We don't spin in no Suburbans
Walk up gunning just to hurt 'em
(Boom, boom) grab the nina for the purging
Catch him slidin', it's a murder (Skrrt)
I ain't playin' with you Gerbers
Fross gon' roll up like he Herbert
(Fross gon')
Any season, know it's scorching
Moving on 'em, steady scoring
(Steady scoring) , look
We just be lurking and seeing them
Free G Gil, nigga, shout out my nigga Trouble
He be on checkin' and preeing 'em
Shots at the top will fuck up
Have you seein' double (Boom, boom)
We get to lugging and G'ing em
Trap out the spot and Big
Guss countin' breesh and hundos
I catch 'em swervin' in vehicles
Bet you they not shootin' back
Watch his teammates fumble


I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

Niggas watch, niggas lurk (Uh, huh)
I'ma put his guys on a shirt (Boom)
Then bend his block with a (Uh, huh)
I'ma send him shots with a, look
Nigga, money piling, they be hurting
Have my Locs slide down and burn him
Big bullets glide down and curl him
Pull that grey flag, put that work in
Catch you with the L's and we tote
Let them demons out, ain't a joke
Catch him walkin' 'round with no pole
Have my hollows bop in his coat (Boom, boom)
Then my Franklin side leave him floatin'
And my Caton guys close the curtain
All my niggas grindin' for certain
Tre shots flying in his skirt
M8V3N Gang niggas do this
M8V3N Gang niggas shooters
Take your stash, I be lootin'
Niggas chat, leave 'em snoozin'
With a couple shots, we gon' let him have it
My third spin blocks
Watch 'em send free shots from the automatic
Send three shots, make a sergeant panic
Man, the works
Lil 40 got a bass so loud in this bitch
Totin' no two, three rounds in the clip
(Brrt)
Don't get shot down, tryna slide on me
Bitch had to lay his ass down
Niggas blind to this shit (Boom, boom, boom)
Call up Fross
Airin' out crowds with the shit's
Caesar hot
Tearin' down blocks with the tips
I done got way too hot with this shit
I should put the gat down
But I ain't tryna slip let 'em know

We don't spin in no Suburbans
Walk up gunning just to hurt 'em
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Grab the nina for the purging
Catch him sliding, it's a murder (Skrrt)
I ain't playing with you Gerbers
Fross gon' roll up like he Herbert
Any season, know it's scorching
Moving on 'em, steady scoring
(Steady scoring)

I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these niggas mad
We the reason why these niggas mad
Gang the reason why these niggas mad
Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

Grrt, niggas know how we movin', man
Free Front, free G Gil, free
Kevin, free Ace, free Rodeo, free Benji
(Brrt) rIP speedy Loco