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letra de new opp, pt. 2 - sha gz

[intro: sha gz]
(finish him)
(ah, new opp, new opp)
grrah, it’s that sha gz n-gga
y’all n-ggas better stay on everything y’all n-ggas say, you heard?
grrah, like (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, he fell over with a fist
said i’m tryna send him right up with his friend
like, like, i see [?] then we fl!ckin’ again
if he make a wrong move, we gon’ do him like [?]
and edot got shot, wasn’t seen ever since
and if we want cartier, we gon’ shoot at his lip
like, he was smokin’ my deads and went missin’
like, what? i’m smokin’ that midget
spin through the hill, tryna catch an o slippin’
no, he tryna run ‘til i up it and fl!ck it
like, whеre his kid? i’ma kick it
f-ck-f-ck the stroller, i’ma lift it
bеat on his mother, make her think it’s christmas
kick down the door ‘cause [?]
see b-lovee, then i’m droppin’, like, seven
i can’t wait till we finally catch him
he keep on talkin’, my n-ggas gon’—
oh, he jackin’ o till we hop out and stretch him
like, f-ck notti, them-them n-ggas left him
like, f-ck bobby, he— he had no weather
b-tch, i’m on reyway, lookin’ for [?]
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 till it’s over
f-ck 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

[verse 2: yus gz]
(ah, bow-bow, bow)
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’? [?]
we boomin’ they tacos, n-ggas is snakes
throwin’ shot after shot when i run into kay
(ah-ha) nazzy, look at his face
leave him dead on the floor, tryna cop me a [?]
put the beam, they runnin’ and i ain’t even spray
put nine in the clip, we gon’ do ‘em like say
like, f-ck charlie, like, he tried to run and was [?]
n-gga 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
f-ck 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

- sha gz

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