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letra de bet - sha gz

[intro: kyle richh & sha gz]
grah, grah, like, it’s that sha gz
grah, grah, i can see they energy change

[verse 1: sha gz]
f-ck it, imma just up it in fashion, like, say the wrong thing we gon tag him, like
with the back of this chop, b-tch, we gon shoot up out the action, like
he tryna run, but we clapped him, he jack the opps, ain’t no way we could dap him, like
like, i should’ve slapped him, like, like, bro tryna crash him, like
he think he tough, but he not, like, i should’ve cl!cked every shot, like what?
who really spinnin my block? who really touchin my chain and my watch? like nah
no-n0body did it, i-i-if that boy tryna touch me, i’m cl!ckin
[?] blitz hop out with a beam, [?] missin, like, b-tch i ain’t done with the smith and-

[chorus: sha gz]
oh you tryna box? bet, i was just back on my knock, like
watch a n-gga drop, like, hit a n-gga top, like
.45 make em drop, oh he thinkin he tough, i might have to flock
him i [?] through the bop, him i hit him through the dot
like what? i can’t stop n-gga, imma flock
make the wrong move, then you shot, is you jackin my sh-t or you not?
i’m tryna spin through that block with the cops outside imma still be on hots
we not letting you rock, n-ggas and b-tches get shot
[verse 2: kyle richh]
grahh, pop-pop out the cut, all black with a couple of glocks
like, can’t run and they know where to run, i catch a body, i’m going up top
b-beam on, all he seen was the gun, 4 deem with a couple of glocks
told-told jack go flip that v, like, i’m tryna send em to dot
g2c can’t fit, why the f-ck it can’t fit in my sling?
fresh got beat, looking for wings, ca-catch him again, then we giving him wings
if he not a member, move around, keep a switch if he switch on the team
think sh-t sweet, he got shot through the-, like, he got shot through the g

- sha gz

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