Sha Gz
New Opp, Pt. 2
[Intro: Sha Gz]
(Finish him)
(Ah, new opp, new opp)
Grrah, it's that Sha Gz n***a
Y'all n***as better stay on everything y'all n***as say, you heard?
Grrah, like
Suck my dick, it's that Sha Gz n***a, 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 n***as gon'—
Oh, he jackin' O till we hop out and stretch him
Like, fuck Nazzy, them-them n***as 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
[Chorus: Sha Gz]
Spin the Sev' tryna hop out the Rover
We gon' flock him 'til it's over
Fuck the O block, I smoke Noah
I'm off of the dead opps, ain't no floaters
He tryna run but I ran his ass over
Oh, he tryna box? (?) Rocky Balboa
Like, like, I'ma get closer
Tap your leg, shake your shoulders

[Verse 2: Yus Gz]
(Ah, baow-baow, baow)
Like, Dougie boppin', do him like Blay
He see the red beam, put the dot on his face
Like, you better move tact' tryna jump over gates
Like, Dotty gon' throw, watch him pick up the pace
Like, where he goin'? Free Zay with the K
We boomin' they tacos, n***as ain’t safe
Throwin’ shot after shot when I run into Kay
(Ah-ha) Nazzy, look at his face
Leave him dead on the floor, tryna copy & paste
Put the beam, they runnin' and I ain't even spray
Put nine in the clip, we gon’ do ‘em like Zay
Like, fuck Charlie, like, he tried to run and was late
N***a dead, go pick up his face
Like, if I catch DD, I'm catchin' the case
And if there's nowhere to go, he a blunt to the face
[Chorus: Sha Gz]
Spin the Sev', tryna hop out the Rover
We gon' flock him till it's over
Fuck the O block, I smoke Noah
I'm off of these dead opps, and I'm floatin'
He tryna run but I ran his ass over
Oh, he tryna box? Make him right meet my pole up
Like, like, I'ma get closer
Tap your leg, shake your shoulders