Sha Gz - On The Radar Freestyle (Part 2) lyrics
Shavar Williams [Bronx, New York. USA.]
[Sha Gz - On The Radar Freestyle Part 2 lyrics]
Grah
Like, it's that Sha Gz Nigga
Like, Y'all Niggas know what's going on like
They took over to see my whole face
Have my dreads and get down like a lace
When I flick on the beam they gon' pick up the pace
Like, don't run he gon get chased
Rule number 1, bitches ain't safe
Clear the whole block out, give me some space
Like, bitch I'mma up that move out the way
I shoulda flocked that I threw a-
Rule number 2, Like whatchu gon' do?
Like, I think I spot me a goon
Like, I'mma just pull up and boom
When I kick down your door we gon loosen them screws
Rule Number 3, don't trust in no smooch
She gon' lie to you that bitch want 2
Sha EK naughty 'cause that bitch want deuce
Tryna lie me then you get it too
Like, I make it rain in this bitch
Hit a flocks start flaming and shit
Cops on my dick tryna take me and shit
They on my dick cause I'm famous and shit
Like, C-dead fuck his BM
Why is kid growing up with no father like
Grah, Grah!
Puffing on dead opps, that shit hit me harder
Like, Zay Munna got shot, Diddy Got popped
Yellow Got flocked in a whip
Hole through my jeans when I walk down they strip
Like masked up, dread down, with my blick
Like, I'm tryna hop out then blitz
Shoot through they block 'cause they ducked on my flick
Move out the way, Don't run!
Like, I'm tryna click on this bitch
They took over to see my whole face
Have my dreads and get down like a lace
When I flick on the beam they gon' pick up the pace
Like, don't run he gon get chased
Rule number 1, bitches ain't safe
Clear the whole block out, give me some space
Like, bitch I'mma up that move out the way
I shoulda flocked that I threw a
Like, it's that Sha Gz Nigga
Like, Y'all Niggas know what's going on like
They took over to see my whole face
Have my dreads and get down like a lace
When I flick on the beam they gon' pick up the pace
Like, don't run he gon get chased
Rule number 1, bitches ain't safe
Clear the whole block out, give me some space
Like, bitch I'mma up that move out the way
I shoulda flocked that I threw a-
Rule number 2, Like whatchu gon' do?
Like, I think I spot me a goon
Like, I'mma just pull up and boom
When I kick down your door we gon loosen them screws
Rule Number 3, don't trust in no smooch
She gon' lie to you that bitch want 2
Sha EK naughty 'cause that bitch want deuce
Tryna lie me then you get it too
Like, I make it rain in this bitch
Hit a flocks start flaming and shit
Cops on my dick tryna take me and shit
They on my dick cause I'm famous and shit
Like, C-dead fuck his BM
Why is kid growing up with no father like
Grah, Grah!
Puffing on dead opps, that shit hit me harder
Like, Zay Munna got shot, Diddy Got popped
Yellow Got flocked in a whip
Hole through my jeans when I walk down they strip
Like masked up, dread down, with my blick
Like, I'm tryna hop out then blitz
Shoot through they block 'cause they ducked on my flick
Move out the way, Don't run!
Like, I'm tryna click on this bitch
They took over to see my whole face
Have my dreads and get down like a lace
When I flick on the beam they gon' pick up the pace
Like, don't run he gon get chased
Rule number 1, bitches ain't safe
Clear the whole block out, give me some space
Like, bitch I'mma up that move out the way
I shoulda flocked that I threw a