Sheff G - No Suburban (instrumental) Prod. AXL 

SoundCloud link: soundcloud.com/raphael-thompson-565457066/sheff-g-no-suburban-instrumental

One of my favorite drill beats

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

This melody hits different

Sheff g beats are always hard 🔥

you can hear the chief keef "Bang" adlib LOL

when you hear axl you know its some heat

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

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

Best drill beat in my opinion 🔥🔥🔥🔥

this beat spooky af

So sosa inspired

Axle did his thing

This beat tough

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beat is fire

axl best producer

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

Best NY Beat on tha planet

He made this on GarageBand lol he told us

Lady woo 💫

that’s Chief Keef Bang ?

Shawty isa baddee

subbed

That chief Keef bang hit diff

Heat

Add on soundcloud plz alotta pple are looking for it

[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

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,.

[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

Kima mad skinny💀💀

U forgot the bells also😊

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

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