No Suburban chords by Sheff G

SimplifiedEm · C · B · Am

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Verse 1
Em 
C 
B 
Ayy, ayy
Em 
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
C 
B 
Load it, then bang,
Em 
bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang

Verse 2

Gang, gang Gang, gang,

gang,

gang (Great John on the beat by the way)

Look, huh Niggas like,

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Verse 3
"Sheff, you be
C 
movin' too hot
Am 
C 
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
B 
Niggas be talking real hot
C 
for the 'net
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
Em 
C 
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
B 
Look, push

Verse 4
Em 
me to the limit
C 
B 
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Em 
Push me to the limit
C 
And let's see who really, really with it
Em 
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
C 
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no
Em 
Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no
C 
Em 
Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look

Verse 5
Em 
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
C 
You get shot down if you play his songs
B 
Em 
I keep a Glock 'round,
I would let it off
C 
Em 
This a diss track, this is not a song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
C 
I'ma King Corso you poodles
B 
Em 
I been in the field like manure
C 
Can't talk on my
name, 'cause I'll prove it
Am 
I'm feelin' like,
feelin' like who really want it?
You niggas my sons,
C 
I ain't feel like abortin' again
Am 
Niggas can't mention no money
I double the offer and you know
Em 
it's off with his head
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
C 
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Em 
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
C 
Em 
Me by myself, I'll give it to  you

Verse 6
Em 
Niggas like,
C 
"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
B 
Niggas be talking real hot
C 
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
B 
Look, push

Verse 7
Em 
me to the limit
C 
B 
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Em 
Push me to the limit
C 
And let's see who really,
Em 
really with it
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
C 
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Em 
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
C 
Don't see no Suburbans, who
Em 
spinnin'? Look, look

Verse 8
Em 
C 
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Am 
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
C 
Reason why my dick in they mouth
B 
Em 
No this ain't dance music,
C 
nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Em 
No, this ain't chill music,
Am 
C 
nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Em 
Huh, this for the streets,
so fuck your say
C 
Don't care if this don't
get no radio play
B 
Em 
Huh, bang on any who play
C 
Em 
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
C 
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Em 
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no,
C 
Em 
I'm da masa, nigga

Verse 9
C 
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Em 
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Sub
urbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang,
C 
Em 
shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
C 
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Em 
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
C 
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans,
Em 
who spinnin'?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang

Verse 10
Em 
C 
Shoota gang-gang-gang
B 
Em 
Bang, bang, bang, load it the bang,
B 
C 
B 
C 
bang, bang
B 
Em 
Gang, gang
C 
I need to hear that again
B 
C 
B 
Em 