Sha Gz - Talk My Shit Pt 4 lyrics
Shavar Williams [Bronx, New York. USA.]
[Sha Gz - Talk My Shit Pt 4 lyrics]
Like Don't- Don't Run
Like, rundown gang, and we spot em, we flame em'
Like, spot a opp, we gon' up, rearrange em
Bi-Bitch, I'ma up, don't run, we gon' chase em'
Like, get the drop onna opp, we gon' blaze em'
Watch how he run, I'ma just flick em'
Smoki-Smokin' Bobby and Dotty, I face em'
Fu-Fuck Notti, tell DD go shape him
And you really got lit off ya dead
You got family, cause that was your brother
Bend through they block, put his kid right up under
Ho-Hol On wait, I gotta see thunder, like
Shoot at his bitch and his mother
Kick on his kid, cause he thought I won't run up
Take a trip, we gon' get em', my bitch got the knocks
Just to flock at the munnas
Fuck the opps, tryna flick? I'ma boom em'
Smokin' Jake, I-I be snoozin'
Fuck Nazzy, ain't no pickin' and choosin'
Smokin' Notti and Dotty, I'm shootin'
Off a 30. I start actin' stupid
They know my bop, Mr. walk up and boom shit
Spin through the-, I'ma hold it and shoot it
Li-Like don't run, we jus gon' flame em'
Li-Like no gun, we jus gon' slay em'
On my block, I'm like Jason with' Tator
He-He start runnin' when we get to bangin'
3 Gz deep, we not gon' chase em'
Like, Fuck "Shh", them niggas shaped him
Fu-Fuck West, he died and they laced him
Fa-Fake yerkey's, why did he take em'?
Like, makin' the dot have a 30
Like, hol on, wait
Bet, who the fuck in that whip
Now look, Like Like, Like
Hol on, They Right there
Like Grrah, don't
Don't Run
Like, rundown gang, and we spot em, we flame em'
Like, spot a opp, we gon' up, rearrange em
BitchBitch, I'ma up, don't run, we gon' chase em'
Like, get the drop onna opp, we gon' blaze em'
Watch how he run, I'ma just flick em'
Smoki-Smokin' Bobby and Dotty, I face em'
Fu-Fuck Notti, tell DD go shape him
Like, rundown gang, and we spot em, we flame em'
Like, spot a opp, we gon' up, rearrange em
Bi-Bitch, I'ma up, don't run, we gon' chase em'
Like, get the drop onna opp, we gon' blaze em'
Watch how he run, I'ma just flick em'
Smoki-Smokin' Bobby and Dotty, I face em'
Fu-Fuck Notti, tell DD go shape him
And you really got lit off ya dead
You got family, cause that was your brother
Bend through they block, put his kid right up under
Ho-Hol On wait, I gotta see thunder, like
Shoot at his bitch and his mother
Kick on his kid, cause he thought I won't run up
Take a trip, we gon' get em', my bitch got the knocks
Just to flock at the munnas
Fuck the opps, tryna flick? I'ma boom em'
Smokin' Jake, I-I be snoozin'
Fuck Nazzy, ain't no pickin' and choosin'
Smokin' Notti and Dotty, I'm shootin'
Off a 30. I start actin' stupid
They know my bop, Mr. walk up and boom shit
Spin through the-, I'ma hold it and shoot it
Li-Like don't run, we jus gon' flame em'
Li-Like no gun, we jus gon' slay em'
On my block, I'm like Jason with' Tator
He-He start runnin' when we get to bangin'
3 Gz deep, we not gon' chase em'
Like, Fuck "Shh", them niggas shaped him
Fu-Fuck West, he died and they laced him
Fa-Fake yerkey's, why did he take em'?
Like, makin' the dot have a 30
Like, hol on, wait
Bet, who the fuck in that whip
Now look, Like Like, Like
Hol on, They Right there
Like Grrah, don't
Don't Run
Like, rundown gang, and we spot em, we flame em'
Like, spot a opp, we gon' up, rearrange em
BitchBitch, I'ma up, don't run, we gon' chase em'
Like, get the drop onna opp, we gon' blaze em'
Watch how he run, I'ma just flick em'
Smoki-Smokin' Bobby and Dotty, I face em'
Fu-Fuck Notti, tell DD go shape him