Sheff G - No Suburban (instrumental) Prod. AXL

Sheff G - No Suburban (instrumental) Prod. AXL

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[lilpetkoski]

GarageBand snare, triangle, synth and hi hat what a mad lad to whoever produced this

[onuryilan]

when you hear axl you know its some heat

[NYmech]

Man u a real one for uploading this been tryin to find it

[anasmuse]

This scream chief keef but no one can be compared to sheff g

[tayskiithademon]

you can hear the chief keef "Bang" adlib LOL

[spncr]

Weirdly this is the only music that can help me focus while studying rn lol

[AkPressure]

He made this on GarageBand lol he told us

[jaquansoriano]

Add on soundcloud plz alotta pple are looking for it

[Yo-lwvf]

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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 niggas running 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, chrome throw
TuTu gon' free shots
I ain't even have to aim, Randy Moss throw
Watch me switch with the flow
Herbin niggas talking, talking, looking, causing show
Watch your bitch take the 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 purging
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 scorching
Moving on em, steady scoring
Look
We just be lurking and seeing em
Free G Gil nigga
Shout out my nigga Trouble
He be on checkin em and preeing em
Shots at the top will fuck 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


[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
Niggas watch, niggas lurk
Imma put his guys on a shirt
Then bend his block wit a...
Imma send him shots wit a...
Look, nigga money piling, they be hurting
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 niggas grinding for certain
Tre shots flying in his skirt
Moving Gang niggas do this
Moving Gang niggas shooters
Take your stash
I be looting Niggas chat, leave em snoozing
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 the Sergeant panic
Man the works lil 40 got a bass
So loud in this bitch
Toting no two, three rounds in the clip
Don't get shot down tryna slide on me bitch
Had to lay his ass down niggas 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 em
Grab the Nina for the purging
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 scorching
Moving on em, steady scoring

[Hook]
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

[travisreddick]

Drill, . Damn I spilled the beer, .
Light 40$ drop change make the stain disappear, .
Message clear, .
Vibe wit the best of em, .
Collide with the rest of em, .
Lazy eyes still impressing em, .
Wonder why cuz that they question slim.,
Domino flipping next too em, .

[Yo-lwvf]

[Intro]
(AXL)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 with 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


[Refrain]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
Moving Gang niggas do this
Moving 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 shits
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

[Refrain]
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, its 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)

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Grrt, niggas know how we movin', man
Free Front, free G Gil, free Kevin, free Ace, free Rodeo, free Benji (Brrt)
R.I.P. Speedy Loco

[ismailnur]

Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' the .30s 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
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' its 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 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, 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
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' with .30s 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 their 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, 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, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck 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 niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
M8V3N, M8V3N 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
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
I need to hear that again