Sheesh!
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Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Bitch I am fresh out the streets
Sheesh, I keep a piece
If you want beef, we gon' meet
Sheesh, I had a G
Tucked in my G star jeans
Been broke, I ain't had much weed
So I had to smoke on that keif
I was dead broke, now a nigga rockin' name brands
I jus' want the ice and the diamonds on the watchband
Fly like the cockpit, I ain't finna crash land
If a nigga act up, hit him with a back hand
Now I gotta sleep, wit' the glock on my night stand
Choppa in my bag, or the choppa in my waist band
I'ma leave a pussy nigga sleepin' in the wasteland
Yung Buddha can't really fuck wit' a waste man
Pulled up clean in the all black tee
Donuts in the whip, call that Krispy Kreme
I feel like Kareem, I'm just balling with' my team
I just left the scene, got my choppa wit' a beam
Gotta keep the choppa on me, better back up
Gotta keep the stick on me, got the mac tucked
Heard that we hittin' licks tonight, better mask up
Hit em with the rocket, from the whip, then we blast off
I got the choppa my seat
Let it eat, let it feast
And you know I carry that heat
And you know I carry that heat
Aye
I got the choppa my seat
Let it eat, let it feast
And you know I carry that heat
And you know I carry that heat
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Bitch I am fresh out the streets
Sheesh, I keep a piece
If you want beef, we gon' meet
Sheesh, I had a G
Tucked in my G star jeans
Been broke, I ain't had much weed
So I had to smoke on that keif
Pull up in a drop top, chop the top off
Cookin' in the stu, keep it hot hot
Like we in the sauna, keep the room hot boxed
And Buddha got connections, like a hotspot
Keep the block hot, keep the glock unlocked
Rocket on me, stayin' posted on the block
Run up on me, and you get hit in yo' top
Hit him with 2, make that drop
You can't fuck with the gang shit
'Cause my youngins dangerous
Pull up to yo' crib and we take shit
Slang shit, and we ready to bang shit
This gon' be a movie scene crime, R rated
I ain't really fuckin' wit' a nigga on some lame shit
I ain't really fuckin' wit' a nigga on that Jake shit
Said he on my side, but that nigga on that fake shit
Said you down to ride, but that pussy nigga lane switched
Snake
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Bitch I am fresh out the streets
Sheesh, I keep a piece
If you want beef, we gon' meet
Sheesh, I had a G
Tucked in my G star jeans
Been broke, I ain't had much weed
So I had to smoke on that keif
I was dead broke, now a nigga rockin' name brands
I jus' want the ice and the diamonds on the watchband
Fly like the cockpit, I ain't finna crash land
If a nigga act up, hit him with a back hand
Now I gotta sleep, wit' the glock on my night stand
Choppa in my bag, or the choppa in my waist band
I'ma leave a pussy nigga sleepin' in the wasteland
Yung Buddha can't really fuck wit' a waste man
Pulled up clean in the all black tee
Donuts in the whip, call that Krispy Kreme
I feel like Kareem, I'm just balling with' my team
I just left the scene, got my choppa wit' a beam
Gotta keep the choppa on me, better back up
Gotta keep the stick on me, got the mac tucked
Heard that we hittin' licks tonight, better mask up
Hit em with the rocket, from the whip, then we blast off
I got the choppa my seat
Let it eat, let it feast
And you know I carry that heat
And you know I carry that heat
Aye
I got the choppa my seat
Let it eat, let it feast
And you know I carry that heat
And you know I carry that heat
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Bitch I am fresh out the streets
Sheesh, I keep a piece
If you want beef, we gon' meet
Sheesh, I had a G
Tucked in my G star jeans
Been broke, I ain't had much weed
So I had to smoke on that keif
Pull up in a drop top, chop the top off
Cookin' in the stu, keep it hot hot
Like we in the sauna, keep the room hot boxed
And Buddha got connections, like a hotspot
Keep the block hot, keep the glock unlocked
Rocket on me, stayin' posted on the block
Run up on me, and you get hit in yo' top
Hit him with 2, make that drop
You can't fuck with the gang shit
'Cause my youngins dangerous
Pull up to yo' crib and we take shit
Slang shit, and we ready to bang shit
This gon' be a movie scene crime, R rated
I ain't really fuckin' wit' a nigga on some lame shit
I ain't really fuckin' wit' a nigga on that Jake shit
Said he on my side, but that nigga on that fake shit
Said you down to ride, but that pussy nigga lane switched
Snake
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