Bro this is the only one that’s right the drums and the melody the other beats doses not sound the same as the one but this one if fye bro keep it up 🔥🔥
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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 th
Doors off the hinges I'm on four day binges, I ain't slept yet , I want more money for my mentions, man will ride out for that sentence, matter of respect yeah, handle beef like I'm dining
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
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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
Ik heb die vragen dus ik moet het maken Ik ben met kannie dus ik kan nie balen Was op de straten en ogen die zagen Moeder die kon me niet halen Was op en weg dus ik kon het niet laten Iba die zocht maar wij deden op maten Ik ben en vechter dus ik heb die eer van en jager Ik ben met rovers dus blijf op en range Want ik kom met die wagen Net als die waggie want ik kan je volk wel wagen kijken naar uren want let op me dagen Manne die vuren maar love naar me haters Love naar me haters want zonder hun kan ik niet maken Ik was op wegen met neven die sosa aant seren Vraag aan me heer want ik vraag om te zegen Heb ik die doekoe dan zal ik wel geven Maar ik ken die types die eten Dus wij gaan het lenen Ik ben op daily want ik ben op peper Jij bent op chickie maar jouw chickie die vind heter Komt door die monney want zei zal nie menen Ik zeg haar tifus want zei wilt me dick nu wel eten Zeis wel prof want zei is wel nu lenig Ik ben nog 18 en zei zegt wel daddy En ben niet eens veertig Ik ben in love met die cijfers Ik heb allang wel nu schijt aan die wijven Noem me de krijger want ik ben de lion en voel me de tijger Pijper die pijpt dus ik ben niet op meiden Ik had geen monney toen weetje nog wat je toen zeide Ik was aant lijden maar nu ben ik leider Mannen die dropten die komen nu back en ze vinden het spijtig Ik zeg hem alles is prijzig Ik kom van puntje en kantje op baan want ik was aan het blazen met mijlen Ik heb die hasjijs en coca Ik ben van zero en drie Vraag het aan cola Doen we die zaken met spaanse dan zeg ik hem ola Qe lo qe pa Geven die dingens en brengen die sosa Breken je noso want ik ben met nosa Ik voel me paul maar me benen die trappen net pogba Ik ben met didder en drogba Ben ik in party dan ben ik de winkel want ik heb droga Kom in die rs in ua Kom met je moda Leven die lavide loca Kom met je wapen want ik heb die choppa Ik heb me kweek dus ik ga niet naar shoppa Connectie utrecht Tot aan naar roffa
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
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
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
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
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
![22gz - Suburban pt.2 [INSTRUMENTAL Reprod. Racxs] + FLP](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/tZHmIWRD_Cs/mqdefault.jpg)
You really weren’t kidding when you said best on yt lol
I bet you them 7 dislikes is other producers who couldn’t do it😂
😂
rip dislike button
@@mateokhan5585 You have a awesome name.
@@emkingz93 ah thanks man preciate u brother
@@mateokhan5585 No problem, that's my little boy's name as well he is 3 😁
With good headphones, you can hear the "gang gang gang"
no cap
I’ve heard it too many times, ian even need headphones, I just know it’s there💀
Bro, people don't have good heaphones:D
You dont even need headphones
i hear it with my phone speaker wym good headphones 💀💀💀💀
Hands down you bodied this
Thanks! The other ones were garbage so i had to do it.
Jairtheshadow this is heat we should work -
@@Jairtheshadow01 So true the other ones are trash asf
Use this for my workouts
FREE SHEFF!
I’m finna rap on dis beat
Wassup. Glad to see you're still cooking.
Pop smoke on this would be sick
Bro this is the only one that’s right the drums and the melody the other beats doses not sound the same as the one but this one if fye bro keep it up 🔥🔥
Bc its looped my guy
ferno vladyy bro how could this be looped🤦🏾♂️
@@Sthu.Trill16 do you not hear the Adlibs in the melody bozo
@Jules Dalton y'all really dont hear the Adlibs in the melody? The drums are good but melody is looped
@@1vladyy If you check the other ones they are looped but this one is more then that.
I’m gonna do my own remix/freestyle to this
You do it?
0:40
Please make sheff g the lefts instrumental
keep the good work up
hope you dont mind if i use this for my vid
l ain't willing to step into your mess
Trust replaces what's in your chest
can i use this beat for a video ill credit you
Of course you can
Jairtheshadow thanks a lot bro
A vould you do sleepy hallow deep end freestyle beat to? This is dope
lol i'm surprised nobody did that right. i'll try my best to do it 99% correct
@@Jairtheshadow01 I know right so disappointing lmai but would you do it?
@@KingLucas47 already being done. could be up soon.
@@Jairtheshadow01 bett
@@KingLucas47 it's up
Kingdom heart vibes
Goooood dayum
Too hard!!🔥
Can I use this for a quick RUclips freestyle
When the bass kicked in, fucking chills down my spine
This sounds so familiar idk to what tho
Bizarre its no saburban pt2 Sheff g
Damn... I know bro, maybe it’s the vengaboys - shalalala
Bizarre lol
It’s toosie slide
yeah i think it’s *r o b b e r y*
Dynamite,.
My boo snow,.
Candle light ,.
The crew gold ,.
On Go ,.
Orange rag ,.
Juco ,.
Behind bars,.
Don't snooze doe,.
Still cruise ,.
Nas just a boost ,.
Hip hop ,. Wit no juice ,.
Tip top ,. No old news ,.
Ziplock,. Send those threw ,.
Is it possible to get this instrumental without the tags?
Free To Use?
where did you get the sample??
Not sure if you still care but i just looped it from an isolated version of the song.
@@Jairtheshadow01 lmao quite the delay, but thanks bro!
I don't rap I've played instruments my whole life but I'm rapping to this shit
where u find this sample
ripped and chopped from original song
You really been messing with this drill hip hop lately huh? 😂
of course!
@@Jairtheshadow01 respect from Russia. This beat is fire 🔥
Mike yeah he didnt make the beat but I love this beat too 🇺🇸
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 th
This song make you wanna act a fool in traffic
Doors off the hinges I'm on four day binges, I ain't slept yet , I want more money for my mentions, man will ride out for that sentence, matter of respect yeah, handle beef like I'm dining
Littt
🔥🔥
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
Hai eliminato soltanto la voce, all'inizio sotto si sente un pò
The only thing i dont like about this beat is the sound and pattern of hihats, everything else is superb
You're right, i missed 2 hat rolls..i was wondering why i didn't get copyrighted.
@@Jairtheshadow01 i dont mean the remake,but in the original song,😂 the remake seems perfect🔥🔥
@@benjaminskorvaga2429 Thank but i just noticed my mistake :( If it don't get copyrighted then it ain't perfect for me.
C peut être pour sa que je suis concentrée que par l’argent pas comme ses zimbal qui font que claquer
Non nous on veut pas la audemars ceux qui dépense là dedans mérite de ce faire claquer moi chu pas comme tes rappeurs les mala qui même dans leur villes ce font claquer
Moi jte sort des textes sans pression sans forcer sa c’est claire que même si c ta racli si elle bombe trop avec moi jpeut la claquer
Beaucoup de rappeur parle beaucoup de grammes dans leur sons mais moin de 30% de cela on vécu ces drames
Gbc tellement miné que wlh même les keufs investissent dans des drones nous on parle pas trop je sais juste qu’on porte nos coros et c’est ptetre parce que quand tu sort de ta cité tu l’es oublies que ta racli la timpe veut que j’lui mette le 24 carra
🤪🔥
Is this beat free to put on spotify ?
No.
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
Ik heb die vragen dus ik moet het maken
Ik ben met kannie dus ik kan nie balen
Was op de straten en ogen die zagen
Moeder die kon me niet halen
Was op en weg dus ik kon het niet laten
Iba die zocht maar wij deden op maten
Ik ben en vechter dus ik heb die eer van en jager
Ik ben met rovers dus blijf op en range
Want ik kom met die wagen
Net als die waggie want ik kan je volk wel wagen
kijken naar uren want let op me dagen
Manne die vuren maar love naar me haters
Love naar me haters want zonder hun kan ik niet maken
Ik was op wegen met neven die sosa aant seren
Vraag aan me heer want ik vraag om te zegen
Heb ik die doekoe dan zal ik wel geven
Maar ik ken die types die eten
Dus wij gaan het lenen
Ik ben op daily want ik ben op peper
Jij bent op chickie maar jouw chickie die vind heter
Komt door die monney want zei zal nie menen
Ik zeg haar tifus want zei wilt me dick nu wel eten
Zeis wel prof want zei is wel nu lenig
Ik ben nog 18 en zei zegt wel daddy
En ben niet eens veertig
Ik ben in love met die cijfers
Ik heb allang wel nu schijt aan die wijven
Noem me de krijger want ik ben de lion en voel me de tijger
Pijper die pijpt dus ik ben niet op meiden
Ik had geen monney toen weetje nog wat je toen zeide
Ik was aant lijden maar nu ben ik leider
Mannen die dropten die komen nu back en ze vinden het spijtig
Ik zeg hem alles is prijzig
Ik kom van puntje en kantje op baan want ik was aan het blazen met mijlen
Ik heb die hasjijs en coca
Ik ben van zero en drie
Vraag het aan cola
Doen we die zaken met spaanse dan zeg ik hem ola
Qe lo qe pa
Geven die dingens en brengen die sosa
Breken je noso want ik ben met nosa
Ik voel me paul maar me benen die trappen net pogba
Ik ben met didder en drogba
Ben ik in party dan ben ik de winkel want ik heb droga
Kom in die rs in ua
Kom met je moda
Leven die lavide loca
Kom met je wapen want ik heb die choppa
Ik heb me kweek dus ik ga niet naar shoppa
Connectie utrecht
Tot aan naar roffa
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
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
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
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
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