Poppa Perry Pt2 (Ft TG Flockaa)

[Intro: Sha Gz & TG Flockaa]
Grrah, gang
Gang gang gang
Every Opp shot
Grrt like like (like like)
(Yo Jay How you feel about this one?)

[Chorus:Sha Gz]
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, like (Suck my dick)
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead, now he cryin' for ma'
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smokin' his pops?
But y'all niggas was chillin' and dissin' my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't gettin' no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there? Just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch, I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin'
I'm throwin' out shots if he yell out, "What's crackin'?"

[Verse 1:Sha Gz]
TG what? I'll slap him
That nigga ain't doin' shit but just rappin'
Say-Say what? I'ma have to start blastin'
Now he dead, in a casket
Fuck all the rappin', y'all niggas be actin'
Y'all know where I'm at if y'all really want static
Smoke Edot, I was laughin'
And he dead, that was tragic

[Verse 2:TG Flockaa]
TG here, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, don't trip)
Yeah, I said it before, I'ma say it again (I'ma say it again)
Who that in the Benz?
That look like the opp, then we throw more than ten (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
And whoever that is, y'all won't see him again (At all)
Send him up just to meet with his friend (Meet with his friend)
And I just came home and I'm tweakin' again
She like, "TG, link up 'cause you know I'm with friends" (Who you with?)
She hit me up, but never again (Never again)
Yeah, and that bitch is a thot, she was never a ten (She was never a ten)
Hop out, send shots, do it again (Grrah, grrah)
Me and Kenzo the real evil twins (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Smokin' on Notti, for the win (The win)
That dumb lil' nigga went out like a bitch (He went out like a bitch)
You should've been totin' your knock on the train (What?)
Nigga died, now DD got fame (DD got fame)
DD, just get off my dick, niggas don't even know you (Get off my dick)
Stop lookin' for clout, you a lame (You a lil' ass kid)
Notti died, they ain't let it flame (What the fuck?)
[Cane died tryna get a wing (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 3:Sha Gz]
That bitch a thot, she can't come to my house
If she fuckin' the opps, then I'm punchin' her out
Ayo, Kenzo, your bitch is a slut
You was kissin' that bitch with my dick in her mouth
Like, and y'all niggas be dissin' for clout
Like, y'all better stay in y'all house
See you shootin' you videos, thinkin' its sweet
I'ma kick down your door, leave your brains on the couch (Like, hol' on)

[Bridge:TG Flockaa]
Grrah
Gang, grrah-grrah
Grrrah, grah

[Chorus:Sha Gz]
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, like (Suck my dick)
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead, now he cryin' for ma'
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smokin' his pops?
But y'all niggas was chillin' and dissin' my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't gettin' no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there? Just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch, I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin'
I'm throwin' out shots if he yell out, "What's crackin'?"