No Suburban (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Corey Finesse]
Ayo Sheff G., we gon' have Brooklyn turnt to this n*gga

[Hook: Sheff G.]
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag

[Verse 1: Corey Finesse]
We the reason why these n*ggas jealous
C-walking in my Margielas
Locs with me and they all felons
I don't trust the opps
They be all telling
They the reason why we all bailing
50 shots
Ima Shawn Bell 'em
Spin his block
When I get the drop
From my little thot
With a big weapon
We don't spin in no Suburbans n*gga
Walk up on you while you walking
f*ck you doing all that talking?
But I'm still gon' have to chalk him
When I pull-up
Pull the curtains n*gga
Catch a folk and ima off him
Paul Bearer
Bring the coffins
I done took too many loses
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
C.I.P. Kokane
Still on that same thing
Big dog
Great Dane
Still on that same sh*t
Red dot
Can't miss
32 in my clip
It's a suicide if you try me
All you n*ggas know my body
Booted up and we wilding
Shmoney dancing in the lobby
n*ggas know I'm a problem
Hollow tips gonna solve them
He ain't surviving
Run it up
Money piling
Free my dogs on the island
They know I got 'em
[Hook: Sheff G.]
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag

[Verse 2: Sheff G.]
n*ggas watch
n*ggas lurk,
Ima put his guys on a shirt,
Then bend his block with a...,
Ima send him shots with a...,
Look, n*gga money pile
They be hurting,
Have my locs slide down and burn him,
Big bullets glide down and curl 'em,
With a grey flag putting work in,
Catch you with the Ls and we tote,
Let them demons out
Ain't 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 close the curtain,
All my n*ggas grinding for certain,
Trey shots slide in and skurt,
Moving gang n*ggas do this,
Moving gang n*ggas shooters,
Take your stash,
How we looting
n*ggas chat
Leave 'em snoozing
With a couple shots
We gon' let him have it,
My Third's 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 b*tch,
Toting on two, three rounds in the clip,
Moving shots down tryna slide on me b*tch,
Had to lay his ass down
n*ggas blinding and sh*t,
Call up Frost
Airing out crowds with the sh*t,
Ceasar hot
Tearing down blocks with the tips,
I done got way too hot with this sh*t,
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
It's a murder,
I ain't playing with you Gerber's,
Frost gon' roll 'em like he Herbert,
Any season know it's scorching,
Moving on em
Steady scoring
[Hook: Sheff G.]
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these n*ggas mad
We the reason why these n*ggas mad
Gang the reason why these n*ggas mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag