Letra de Philly Flow - Sha Gz

(Feat. Jay Hound, Jay5ive)

Grah, grah, like

Grah, it's that Sha Gz nigga

We was just bending through blocks tryna flock out that

Fuck all the fame, nigga

I remember them days

We was just bending through blocks tryna flick at the Rey (Baow, baow, baow)

Fuck all the fame, me and bro too deep

He try and spin broad day, bitch, I got my gun

EBK, know my gun do whatever it say (Baow, baow, baow)

And we not gon play

Bitch, I threw mad shots, made that boy run away

Hold on, better pick up the pace (Better pick up the)

Like, bitch, get the fuck out my way (Get the fuck out my)

Like, he try to push up on-

Bet I back out this gun and he'll run on his bae

Why you running? Put the beam on his face (Put the beam on his face)

Watch him run like he race

He keep running, think he need a break

Brodie like RJ when he in a-

Bet I flock, make that boy hit the floor

On the bros, niggas know what I'm on

I'm gon blitz, bitch you know I get em gone

Like, bitch, I'm at the door

Put the G to his head, word to my dead, I bet I up it, throw all em

Like, any nigga move wock, he getting shot, nigga, we could play ball

He didn't [?], put the G to his jaw

Bitch, I'mma up it, not showing remorse

Bitch, I got the drop

We gon send that boy up to the lord

Like, I got my knock, it's holding 50

I bet that I flick on them all

(Like, I got my knock, it's holding 50, I bet that I flick on them all, Grah, grah, boom)

My-my ooter do walkups

Brodie be making me proud

I know a ooter who stand over niggas for thinking they bigger than niggas around

We on that block, making it loud

Walk down gang, still free Dae Hound

Movin with power, bro on that block, he moving like a ghost, he think he Tommy now

(TTGz do)

Out-Outside, I was chasing the check

I had to get it, but I had my gun on me, walking around because I couldn't be next

I got my G2 right in my Tech, and he could die just for taking a breath

Niggas couldn't be me, he woulda folded in the situation tryna walk in my steps

(Tryna walk in my, like)

Got new niggas tryna ask for a favor

Green on my body, I'm playing like Tatum

My young ooter tryna get his name up

It was nighttime, bro tryna graze em (Like)

Back out my clip, lets give that boy a taper (Baow, baow)

Red dot, bro, you better not chase em (Grah, grah, grah, boom)

Put the gun to his neck

I'm patting him down, word to bro, I'm the one who put slime in that [?]

How the fuck is he Jet? I'm calling up Ra

Word to bro, we're tryna find out like who does he fly with?

Had problems with sex, I'm really the type to go make my lil man go and slide with my side bitch

On that block with my gun

Like I had to slide by my doley cuz bro said he wasn't driving

Like, I think that I'm bugging, bro, I'm wilding

Go through her phone, what the fuck is she hiding?

Bitch is not using her head

She think that she got one, on bro, she ain't think that she dying

Put the beam on his back while I'm firing

Blue lights getting closer, like I hear the sirens

Like I gotta get off this block

This shit getting Kelly, forgot I had the [?] right by me

I could talk about scenes that nobody knows

Throw shots, they got low

Wanna chit chat for a ho

They ain't get back for they bros

Bloodie, get back for the O's

Who we smoking? DD's bro

Take the 1 train? I don't know

I don't take trains and get poked

Niggas say I get thrown on, niggas trolled

Everytime I got thrown on, made a show

(Screaming Free Nazzy, Free Go)

(Like who did I throw on, Mikey Row)

(Grah, grah, boom)

(Grah, grah, boom)

I remember them days

We was just bending through blocks tryna flick at the [?] (Baow, baow, baow)

Fuck all the fame, me and bro too deep

He try and spin broad day, bitch, I got my gun

EBK, know my gun do whatever it say (Baow, baow, baow)

And we not gon play

Bitch, I threw mad shots, made that boy run away

Hold on, better pick up the pace (Better pick up the)

Like, bitch, get the fuck out my way (Get the fuck out my)

Like, he try to push up on-

Bet I back out this gun and he'll run on his bae

Why you running? Put the beam on his face (Put the beam on his face)

Watch him run like he race

He keep running, think he need a break

Brodie like RJ when he in a-

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