The Real Purge Pt2 lyrics

[Intro:Sugarhill Ddot & Sha Gz]
Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 AM, when The Purge concludes`
(Ayo Tay what's crackin)
Ahhhhhh
Grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, boom
I said, f*ck Rippy, f*ck Blay
f*ck all the dead n*ggas, n*gga
Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all
Ahhhh
Grrah, grrah
It's that Sha Gz n*gga (Yeah, Revilo on it)
Grrah, like, grrah

[Chorus:Sugarhill Ddot]
No cap, gotta walk with a stick
When we walk through they P'zz, anybody get hit
On bro, and its still free Scottie
If you talkin' on Notti, I'm catchin' a homi' (Free Banga)
And he jackin' the 8 to the gates, when I catch lil Nesty, I'm letting it spray (Grrah)
Lil' DD, he score in the paint
I shoot from the three, I got accurate aim (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Call up AJ, you know that's my 'ooter
Hop out the V, I told brodie to boom him (Grrah, grrah)
I don't know why these n*ggas on di*k
Y'all be talking on Notti, but never did sh*t
I remember that day on the bike, me and DD was tryna take a n*gga life
[Bridge:Sugarhill Ddot]
Just creep, just creep
When we spin, we shooting from deep (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Verse:Sha Gz]
Tryna spin through my block, no way
Like, creep down they block, let's play
b*tch, when I up, get the f*ck out my way
He got shot, what you think he gon' say?
Like, that n*gga dead in the grave
He got shot in his head, where his brains?
n*gga, Notti got poked on the train
n*gga, Yellow got shot with his gang
b*tch, I'ma up, give a f*ck 'bout this fame
Nazzy, Rippy, dead with— (Ah)
And I don't give a f*ck, like
I'ma hop out that V on his b*tch
Kenzo and TG be sharin' they fits
Put the bag on his head, then it's clip

[Verse 2:Sugarhill Ddot]
Caught me a shhh, he get beat out his sneaks
I slide, yeah, I'm gripping the heat (Graah)
f*ck Ray, f*ck Blay, can't forget about Jay EK
All them n*ggas is dead, and it's crazy
Smoking on JB, got me feelin' lazy (JB)
Yo, E with the Dot, I know he gon' pop out
Try to spin and you hear that gun sound (Shhh)
Grrah
Try to spin and you hear that—
Suck my di*k n*gga
Everything for Notti
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
[Chorus:Sugarhill Ddot]
No cap, gotta walk with a stick
When we walk through they P'zz, anybody get hit
On bro, and its still free Scottie
If you talkin' on Notti, I'm catchin' a homi' (Free Banga)
And he jackin' the 8 to the gates, when I catch lil Nesty, I'm letting it spray (Grrah)
Lil' DD, he score in the paint
I shoot from the three, I got accurate aim (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Call up AJ, you know that's my 'ooter
Hop out the V, I told brodie to boom him (Grrah, grrah)
I don't know why these n*ggas on di*k
Y'all be talking on Notti, but never did sh*t
I remember that day on the bike, me and DD was tryna take a n*gga life

[Verse 3:Sha Gz]
Ayo, Nando, where the 'rips?
Ayo, Hots, pass the Rip
Watch, when I up, all them n*ggas ran rick
Notti, Yellow, dead in my spliff
Most of these n*ggas was really my mans
And they dead, it's like, damn
They gon' run once I flick on my hand
n*gga died 'cause he dissed on my mans
And it's so many deads who I smoke
I be laughin', like, this sh*t a joke
Bdot got shot, man, I heard he went ghost
Why these n*ggas ain't spin for they bros?
n*gga ran, he got shot
Better pick up your mans, 'cause he dropped (Nazzy)
Better land
When I slide, when I switch up the plan, they get shot (Ah)
[Outro]
No cap, gotta walk with a stick
When we walk through they P'zz, anybody get hit
On bro, and its still free Scottie
If you talkin' on Notti, I'm catchin' a homi' (Free Banga)
And he jackin' the 8 to the gates, when I catch lil Nesty, I'm letting it spray (Grrah)
Lil' DD, he score in the paint
I shoot from the three, I got accurate aim (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Call up AJ, you know that's my 'ooter
Hop out the V, I told brodie to boom him (Grrah, grrah)
I don't know why these n*ggas on di*k
Y'all be talking on Notti, but never did sh*t
I remember that day on the bike, me and DD was tryna take a n*gga life