Shirley
Sheesh, I know I'm amazing
They like, "How you clearin' twenty feet gates in a Maison?"
Don't worry 'bout it, just know the Stinc Team got it
You get your face blew out like enemies, don't want problems
Don't play with me, you'll get your ass beat
My hitman is a bomb, make a rental math geek
Niggas steady flexin' money that I spent last week
Old niggas talkin' shit knowin' that it's blasphemy
Just know I got some killers that's gon' shoot and blast for me
They mad, I think I'm hurtin' their feelings
I aim it at these new boys and get to jerkin' on niggas
We pull up in them new things then get to swervin' on niggas
Too poured, it's the devil at his coldest
My watch came from a polar, that's my wrist breaker
Man, these niggas keep playin'
Got blood drippin' on my Maisons
I aim at niggas' temples, Shirley
I think these niggas want attention, Shirley
Man I'll have you niggas singin', Shirley
If you don't like it, don' listen, Shirley
(Shirley) I'm on these niggas' ass
Beam on the forty like I never heard of pass
Forty band jugg, we ain't even in a mansion
Don't come too close 'cause I ain't even mean to gas it
Poured off a five, I ain't even mean to crash it
Dirty money traffic, I ain't even get to ask shit
How you get the jewels, I ain't even get to mash yet
Real figures, shit I'm ridin' with a felons
My lil' niggas doin' shit I taught 'em in melons
You lookin' kinda spooky bro, you sure you ain't tellin'?
Bro we finna slide, man you sure you ain't bailin'?
Had to execute the club 'case you didn't get the message, ugh
I aim at niggas' temples, Shirley
I think these niggas want attention, Shirley
Man, I'll have you niggas singin', Shirley
If you don't like it, don' listen, Shirley
And he'd be like "Shirley", Shirley and shit
A nigga feel like, I don't know why
Every time a motherfucker bust down
Niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' get me somethin' like straight Shirleys
Granny ass nigga, nigga ain't doin' nothin'
Soundin' like straight old grandma
Old Patti LaBelle ass nigga
If you don't stop it, talkin' 'bout you gettin' it
You know Drakeo got that new draco, girl, you heard?
Run up if you want to, me and my niggas been with it
You know that shit regular
You know this number two, right?
Ugh
They like, "How you clearin' twenty feet gates in a Maison?"
Don't worry 'bout it, just know the Stinc Team got it
You get your face blew out like enemies, don't want problems
Don't play with me, you'll get your ass beat
My hitman is a bomb, make a rental math geek
Niggas steady flexin' money that I spent last week
Old niggas talkin' shit knowin' that it's blasphemy
Just know I got some killers that's gon' shoot and blast for me
They mad, I think I'm hurtin' their feelings
I aim it at these new boys and get to jerkin' on niggas
We pull up in them new things then get to swervin' on niggas
Too poured, it's the devil at his coldest
My watch came from a polar, that's my wrist breaker
Man, these niggas keep playin'
Got blood drippin' on my Maisons
I aim at niggas' temples, Shirley
I think these niggas want attention, Shirley
Man I'll have you niggas singin', Shirley
If you don't like it, don' listen, Shirley
(Shirley) I'm on these niggas' ass
Beam on the forty like I never heard of pass
Forty band jugg, we ain't even in a mansion
Don't come too close 'cause I ain't even mean to gas it
Poured off a five, I ain't even mean to crash it
Dirty money traffic, I ain't even get to ask shit
How you get the jewels, I ain't even get to mash yet
Real figures, shit I'm ridin' with a felons
My lil' niggas doin' shit I taught 'em in melons
You lookin' kinda spooky bro, you sure you ain't tellin'?
Bro we finna slide, man you sure you ain't bailin'?
Had to execute the club 'case you didn't get the message, ugh
I aim at niggas' temples, Shirley
I think these niggas want attention, Shirley
Man, I'll have you niggas singin', Shirley
If you don't like it, don' listen, Shirley
And he'd be like "Shirley", Shirley and shit
A nigga feel like, I don't know why
Every time a motherfucker bust down
Niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' get me somethin' like straight Shirleys
Granny ass nigga, nigga ain't doin' nothin'
Soundin' like straight old grandma
Old Patti LaBelle ass nigga
If you don't stop it, talkin' 'bout you gettin' it
You know Drakeo got that new draco, girl, you heard?
Run up if you want to, me and my niggas been with it
You know that shit regular
You know this number two, right?
Ugh
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