Sha EK Freestyle
OGz the fuck up
Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz
Gang-gang-gang
Sometimes all of this shit got me fucked up
Nigga, I gotta walk with my gun tucked
"They tryna kill me, they tryna drill me"
That's the shit that I think on my dolo
But I'm grippy (Word)
He smokin' my father, so, nigga, I'm smokin' on Rippy
My mom said I'm made for this shit
Watch your mouth, I don't play 'bout my bitch
If I die, bitch, I'm goin' out clickin' (On gang)
Shit be crazy, Dae Dae Flocka snitchin' (What?)
It ain't easy, it get hard
Lefty told me, "Nigga, make it far" (Facts)
I been goin' crazy on these beats
I been goin' crazy in the street
Cops tryna catch a nigga with the heat
And my opps tryna put a nigga on a tee
But I'm still here, I'ma dump on whoever
Nigga, my gun in my hip
And you still got your gun in your sweater?
You stupid, you dumb
Every time that I spin, make 'em run
They tried leavin' me behind
But I still feel like I'm the one, on gang
All of these niggas be cap
Had a couple niggas runnin' laps
Punch a nigga up, put him on a-
Punch a nigga up, put him on a track
That's your bitch? Then bitch better duck, too (Word)
Nigga, we tryna do her like 'Lilah
I'ma go ahead and blitz for my sister (Word)
I'ma hop out the V, I'ma blitz her (Grrt-rah)
How y'all chillin' wit' niggas that's smokin' on bro?
When I see them niggas I'ma throw
Rest in peace Diddy and rest in peace Yellow
And rest in peace Noah, for them, I'ma go
You be talkin' but you wasn't there
We tryna roll up Dummy in the air
I'm 'bout to make it, I don't even care
Touch one of mine and I'ma let it flare
Grrah, grrah
That's what you hear when they duckin'
You gon' only hear Goons when we bumpin'
We all sitchy, nigga, who you touchin'?
We tryna shoot out a beam, fuck a Blamma
Catch a opp, put him on a banner
Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang-gang-gang
How y'all chillin' with niggas that's smokin' on bro?
When I see them niggas I'ma throw
Rest in peace Diddy and rest in peace Yellow
And rest in peace Noah, for them, I'ma go
You be talkin' but you wasn't there
We tryna roll up Dummy in the air
I'm 'bout to make it, I don't even care
Touch one of mine and I'ma let it flare
Grrah, grrah
Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz
Gang-gang-gang
Sometimes all of this shit got me fucked up
Nigga, I gotta walk with my gun tucked
"They tryna kill me, they tryna drill me"
That's the shit that I think on my dolo
But I'm grippy (Word)
He smokin' my father, so, nigga, I'm smokin' on Rippy
My mom said I'm made for this shit
Watch your mouth, I don't play 'bout my bitch
If I die, bitch, I'm goin' out clickin' (On gang)
Shit be crazy, Dae Dae Flocka snitchin' (What?)
It ain't easy, it get hard
Lefty told me, "Nigga, make it far" (Facts)
I been goin' crazy on these beats
I been goin' crazy in the street
Cops tryna catch a nigga with the heat
And my opps tryna put a nigga on a tee
But I'm still here, I'ma dump on whoever
Nigga, my gun in my hip
And you still got your gun in your sweater?
You stupid, you dumb
Every time that I spin, make 'em run
They tried leavin' me behind
But I still feel like I'm the one, on gang
All of these niggas be cap
Had a couple niggas runnin' laps
Punch a nigga up, put him on a-
Punch a nigga up, put him on a track
That's your bitch? Then bitch better duck, too (Word)
Nigga, we tryna do her like 'Lilah
I'ma go ahead and blitz for my sister (Word)
I'ma hop out the V, I'ma blitz her (Grrt-rah)
How y'all chillin' wit' niggas that's smokin' on bro?
When I see them niggas I'ma throw
Rest in peace Diddy and rest in peace Yellow
And rest in peace Noah, for them, I'ma go
You be talkin' but you wasn't there
We tryna roll up Dummy in the air
I'm 'bout to make it, I don't even care
Touch one of mine and I'ma let it flare
Grrah, grrah
That's what you hear when they duckin'
You gon' only hear Goons when we bumpin'
We all sitchy, nigga, who you touchin'?
We tryna shoot out a beam, fuck a Blamma
Catch a opp, put him on a banner
Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang-gang-gang
How y'all chillin' with niggas that's smokin' on bro?
When I see them niggas I'ma throw
Rest in peace Diddy and rest in peace Yellow
And rest in peace Noah, for them, I'ma go
You be talkin' but you wasn't there
We tryna roll up Dummy in the air
I'm 'bout to make it, I don't even care
Touch one of mine and I'ma let it flare
Grrah, grrah
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Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Hanyang Lu
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