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

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

[Verse 1: Corey Finesse]
We the reason why these n***as 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***a
Walk up on you while you walking
Fuck you doing all that talking?
But I'm still gon' have to chalk him
When I pull-up
Pull the curtains n***a
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 shit
Red dot
Can't miss
32 in my clip
It's a suicide if you try me
All you n***as know my body
Booted up and we wilding
Shmoney dancing in the lobby
N***as 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***as mad
We the reason why these n***as mad
Gang the reason why these n***as mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these n***as mad
We the reason why these n***as mad
Gang the reason why these n***as mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag

[Verse 2: Sheff G.]
N***as watch
N***as lurk,
Ima put his guys on a shirt,
Then bend his block with a...,
Ima send him shots with a...,
Look, n***a 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***as grinding for certain,
Trey shots slide in and skurt,
Moving gang n***as do this,
Moving gang n***as shooters,
Take your stash,
How we looting
N***as 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 bitch,
Toting on two, three rounds in the clip,
Moving shots down tryna slide on me bitch,
Had to lay his ass down
N***as 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
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***as mad
We the reason why these n***as mad
Gang the reason why these n***as mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag
I'm the reason why these n***as mad
We the reason why these n***as mad
Gang the reason why these n***as mad
Money coming fast
Gotta chase a bag