No Surburban

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** mad

Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** 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 looking all sticky Drippy

Paramedics looking for his chest

Catch him time 'cause you know them

Blickys quickie Stupid **** runnin' with the best

Think they hiding all behind they stiff McQueen

You stupid

That's a scarf, it's not a vest

Give him 2,3 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 **** talking, talking, looking, causing show

Watch your bitch **** bros

Heard they plotting on your stupid ass for the dope

We don't spin in no Suburbans

Walk up gunning just to hurt 'em

Grab the Nina for the purgin'

Catch him sliding, it's a murder

I ain't playing with you Gerbers

Frost gon' roll up like he Herbert

Any Ceasar, know it's scorchin'

Moving on 'em, steady scorin'

Look

We just be lurking and seeing 'em

Free G Gil ****

Shout out my **** Trouble

He be on checkin 'em and prein' 'em

Shots at the top, all fucked up

Have you seeing double

We get to lugging

They G'ing 'em

Trap out the spot

And bring guns

Gotta bleach the hundos

I catch 'em swerving in vehicles

Bet you they not shooting back

Watch his teammates crumble

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** mad

Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** mad

Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

**** watch, **** lurk

I'ma put his guys on a shirt

Then bend his block with a

I'ma send him shots with a

Look, **** money piling, they be hurtin'

Have my Locs slide down and burn him

Big bullets glide down and curl him

When a grey flag, putting work in

Catch you with the Ls and we tote

Let them demons out in a joke

Catch him walking round with no pole

Have my hollows bop in his coat

Then my Franklin side leave him floating

And my Caton guys pull the curtain

All my **** grinding for certain

Tre shots flying in his skirt

Moving Gang, **** do this

Moving Gang, **** shooters

Take your stash

I be lootin', **** 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

Toting no two, three rounds in the clip

When we shot down, tryna slide on me bitch

Had to lay his ass down **** blinding and shit

Call up Frost, airing out crowds with the shit

Ceasar hot, tearing 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 e'm

Grab the Nina for the purgin'

Catch him sliding, its a murder

I ain't playing with you Gerbers

Frost gon' roll up like he Herbert

Any Ceasar know it's scorchin'

Moving on 'em, steady scorin'

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** mad

Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag

I'm the reason why these **** mad

We the reason why these **** mad

Gang the reason why these **** mad

Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag