No Suburban, Pt. 2

Lyrics: Michael Williams/Johnathan Scott/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge Music: Michael Williams/Johnathan Scott/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge [Intro] 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 [Chorus] Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot" "You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit" 'Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock I was itchin' to move on a lick Niggas 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 shit, 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 niggas is lyin') Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look [Verse 1] He got a black flag, nigga, 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'm a Cane Corso, you poodle 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 niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again Niggas can't mention no money I double the offer and you know it's off with his head Just pass me the chop, let me fold 'em Me by myself, I'll do it to you Run up, get done up, on M8V3N, huh Me by myself, I'll give it to you [Chorus] Them niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot" "You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit" 'Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock I was itchin' to move on a lick Niggas 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 shit, look Push me to the limit Let's see who really tryna get it, okay Push me to the limit Let's see who really, really with it Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin') Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look [Verse 2] 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, nigga (I bust a bop, I don't dance) No, this ain't chill music, nigga, huh (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead) This for the streets, so **** your say Don't care if this get no radio play, huh Bang on any who play My flow so sick, **** any who hate, huh Oh, you tryna bust māthās? Shots spin him, that's bachata Stand over niggas and buh-blocka The king? No, I'm da massah, nigga [Outro] M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?) Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang, gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?) M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?) Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang, gang (Don't 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)