[Intro: Sha Gz]
(Finish him)
(Ah, new opp, new opp)
Grrah, it's that Sha Gz nigga
Y'all niggas better stay on everything y'all niggas say, you heard?
Grrah, like
Suck my dick, it's that Sha Gz nigga, you heard?
(Young Madz, turn that up)
(Young Madz)
[Verse 1: Sha Gz]
Like, grrah, grrah
Dougie got shot, now he walk with a limp
Like, when I up it, he fell over with a fist
Like, I'm tryna send him right up with his friend
Like-like, I see Thunder, we flickin' again
If he make a wrong move, we gon' do him like six
And Edot got shot, wasn't seen ever since
And if we want Cartier, we gon' shoot at his mans
Like, he was smokin' on my deads and went missin'
Like, what? I'm smokin' that midget
Bend through thе Hill tryna catch a O slippin'
No, he try to run 'til I up it and flick it
Like, wherе his kid? I'ma kick it
Fuck-fuck the stroller, I'ma lift it
Beat on his mother, make her think it's Christmas
Kick down the door 'cause this shit on my hidness
See B-Lovee, then I'm dumpin' like seven
I can't wait 'til we finally catch him
He keep on talkin', my niggas gon'—
Oh, he jackin' O till we hop out and stretch him
Like, fuck Nazzy, them-them niggas left him
Like, fuck Bobby, he-he had no weapon
Bitch, I'm on Reyway, lookin' for Deyway
If he move wock, I'ma teach him a lesson
(Finish him)
(Ah, new opp, new opp)
Grrah, it's that Sha Gz nigga
Y'all niggas better stay on everything y'all niggas say, you heard?
Grrah, like
Suck my dick, it's that Sha Gz nigga, you heard?
(Young Madz, turn that up)
(Young Madz)
[Verse 1: Sha Gz]
Like, grrah, grrah
Dougie got shot, now he walk with a limp
Like, when I up it, he fell over with a fist
Like, I'm tryna send him right up with his friend
Like-like, I see Thunder, we flickin' again
If he make a wrong move, we gon' do him like six
And Edot got shot, wasn't seen ever since
And if we want Cartier, we gon' shoot at his mans
Like, he was smokin' on my deads and went missin'
Like, what? I'm smokin' that midget
Bend through thе Hill tryna catch a O slippin'
No, he try to run 'til I up it and flick it
Like, wherе his kid? I'ma kick it
Fuck-fuck the stroller, I'ma lift it
Beat on his mother, make her think it's Christmas
Kick down the door 'cause this shit on my hidness
See B-Lovee, then I'm dumpin' like seven
I can't wait 'til we finally catch him
He keep on talkin', my niggas gon'—
Oh, he jackin' O till we hop out and stretch him
Like, fuck Nazzy, them-them niggas left him
Like, fuck Bobby, he-he had no weapon
Bitch, I'm on Reyway, lookin' for Deyway
If he move wock, I'ma teach him a lesson
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