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and i don't feel bad (original) - sha gz lyrics

[verse 1: sdot go]
throw at the bros, i bet you i throw back
get up close, don’t miss ’cause sh*t’ll get wack
like, bro put the beam on his—
he can’t run ’cause the beam on his back
[?] was like kobe, i guess i was shaq
this sh*t so loud, like, what the f*ck is that?
walkin’ through 5th, i’ma black
bro told me, “pass it”, that sh*t got me mad
for the bros, they gon’ do what i ask
like, shoot through they block with no mask
notti died, and i don’t feel—
notti died, and i don’t feel bad
oh, that’s a opp? i’m tryna shoot him fast
ball hard, i bet you i won’t pass
b*tch, with that deuce, i don’t know how to act

[verse 2: jay hound]
i started fl!ckin’, left a whole lot of metal
i tried to up it, lil’ bro ’bout to get him
thinkin’ about runnin’? no way they gon’ let you
i’m a hound, got the trench tryna send him
.40 barkin’, i had a echo
set us up, [?]
like, naz tryna do ’em like yellow
seven in a—, sh*t ootin like melo
i bend blocks with my heat, it was brick
i got through a lot, ain’t no way that i miss
brodie look back, two shots made him—
look back, two shots made him trip
two hands on the gun, i need grip
on that block, brodie dump at the rip
move out the way, i ain’t tryna hit a—
like, remember, edot got shot through his piece
[verse 3: sha gz]
like, do you think i’ma box? i’m like, “never”
i’m tryna up knocks to see who do better
nazzy dead, f*ck is a stretcher?
f*ck his bm like i never met her
put the gun on her [?], like, tweak on a beam, watch it flock through the sweater, like
like, can’t wait till we can’t catch him
we gon’ leave that b*tch on a stretcher, like
like, smokin’ dotty, smokin’ notti, smokin’ bobby, come and try me
spin’ through the sev’ tryna catch me a—
like, 30s and better with beam right beside me
with the sweepers i’m lookin’ for yagi
on front street totin’ my glocky
b*tch, i’m on back blocks
like, b*tch i’m on sevside, smokin’ on nazzy

[verse 4: yus gz]
like, he better move tact’ if he ain’t totin’ that g
put the dot on his head, make him pick up his feet
f*ck sh—, he gon’ die if he reverse the v
throwin’ shot after shot, we gon’ clap at his bean
f*ck [?], they got him runnin’ on feet
runnin’ and duckin’ his top, and i know he ain’t see
chase down gang, i can’t wait to catch dee
that’s on bro, i’ma show him we playin’ for keeps
duck duck goose, ain’t no n*gga that’s duckin’ this heat
he was droppin’ my g, had him runnin’ on cleets
hold on, i think i see murda b
roll down the window, tryna catch a b
f*ck nazzy, they left him dead on his tree
f*ck bobby, that n*gga stay with no g
tryna backdoor who? tryna backdoor me?
bet, first one i see, i’ma sweep

- sha gz lyrics

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