Sha Gz - The Purge lyrics
Shavar Williams [Bronx, New York. USA.]
[Sha Gz - The Purge lyrics]
Like, Grahh
Like, Like
Y'all niggas dead, like get back, word to my dead
Like, y'all niggas know what's going on
Like, Oh my God
Like, Oh my fucking God
Like, y'all mans died
Like, get back
Like, Word to my mother, like
Grahh, Like (LJS on the Beat)
It's that Sha Gz nigga (Ayy Revilo On It)
Grahh, Like, Grahh, Like
(Is This Gottie?)
Try to spin through my block no way
Like, creep down they block, let's play
Bitch when I up get the fuck out my way
He got shot what you think he gone say
Like, that nigga dead, in the grave
He got shot in his head, where his brains
Nigga, Notti got poked on the train
Nigga, Yellow got shot with his gang
Bitch ima up give a fuck bout this fame
Nazzy, Rippy, dealt with (AHHH)
And I don't give a fuck, like
Ima hop at that V on his bitch
Kenzo and TG be sharing they fits
Put this Bag on his head then this clip
Aye-yo Nando, where the rips
Aye-yo Hots pass the Rip
Watch when I up all them niggas wearing red
Notti, Yellow, Dead in my spliff
Most of these niggas was really my mans
And they dead, it's like damn
They gone run once I flick on my hand
N-Nigga died cause he dissed on my mans
And it's so many deads so I smoke
I-I be laughing like this shit a joke
Bdot got shot and I heard he went ghost
W-Why these niggas ain't spin for they bros
Nigga ran, he got shot, better pick
Up your mans, cause he dropped
Better landt', when I slide when I switch
Up the plan, they get shot (Ahh)
Like
Grrrt, Bow, Bow, Bow, Nigga
(LJS on the Beat)
(Ayy Revilo on it)
Like, Like
Y'all niggas dead, like get back, word to my dead
Like, y'all niggas know what's going on
Like, Oh my God
Like, Oh my fucking God
Like, y'all mans died
Like, get back
Like, Word to my mother, like
Grahh, Like (LJS on the Beat)
It's that Sha Gz nigga (Ayy Revilo On It)
Grahh, Like, Grahh, Like
(Is This Gottie?)
Try to spin through my block no way
Like, creep down they block, let's play
Bitch when I up get the fuck out my way
He got shot what you think he gone say
Like, that nigga dead, in the grave
He got shot in his head, where his brains
Nigga, Notti got poked on the train
Nigga, Yellow got shot with his gang
Bitch ima up give a fuck bout this fame
Nazzy, Rippy, dealt with (AHHH)
And I don't give a fuck, like
Ima hop at that V on his bitch
Kenzo and TG be sharing they fits
Put this Bag on his head then this clip
Aye-yo Nando, where the rips
Aye-yo Hots pass the Rip
Watch when I up all them niggas wearing red
Notti, Yellow, Dead in my spliff
Most of these niggas was really my mans
And they dead, it's like damn
They gone run once I flick on my hand
N-Nigga died cause he dissed on my mans
And it's so many deads so I smoke
I-I be laughing like this shit a joke
Bdot got shot and I heard he went ghost
W-Why these niggas ain't spin for they bros
Nigga ran, he got shot, better pick
Up your mans, cause he dropped
Better landt', when I slide when I switch
Up the plan, they get shot (Ahh)
Like
Grrrt, Bow, Bow, Bow, Nigga
(LJS on the Beat)
(Ayy Revilo on it)