No Suburban, Pt. 2 Sheff G

[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