Shiesty
Shiesty I see why they never like me
Gold all on my chain and I'll be dripping on my white tee
If you want your chain back you gon have to fight me
Counting up this chicken stack it up so damn precisely i'm shiesty
Damn lil mamma just so feisty
I ain't Sippin on henny
Tell em slide me down a hi-c
Looking like a glacier because my neck is Hella icy
Bitch just stop playing and just do it like it's nike
Shiesty you owe me bread you gon pay
We pulled up to his crib he hid in the closet like he gay
Me and my niggas we luh to drill we never come to play
I got shooters in the back but I just call em doa
if they don't catch yo ass in raffic they gon meet you at yo place
When them hallows hit you body all you do is fucking shake
When yo bitch come to the party all she do is fucking shake
All my niggas matching za we roll up and we get baked
Bb on my waist or blind your eyes fuck up your face
Nunu caught a case koka skirt and did the race
You ain't on my pace goofy ass can't track my trace
All my rockys hella hard and I ain't talking about no ace
Red beam all on his face nigga prancing like he rudolph
Slop was stupid had me diddy bopping with my shoes off
Peter Pan all up in this blunt it made me flew off
Uncle pulled up beamer i said nigga let the roof off
Nigga back up act up and you get smacked up
My youngins eiger fingers on the trigger trynna pack sum
They sick a bitch this stupid nigga think he bouta crack sum
They popping out he seen them glocks he tried to run then they wacked em
It's like that when it's up it's stuck but I ain't cardi b I got real shooters pussy duck
He keep on asking bout his bitch but dat boy know we fucked
And if he question me again than ima fuck em up
Bars stop me now before dis shit go down
I'll hit em up and leave em leaking dripping on the ground
I won't tell none I did it shit I wasn't round
If any nigga say my name going outa town
I'm shiesty i'm shiesty low bitch this got me Ludacris
We 413 and we known for a lot of stupid shit
We cmb colonial mob that's how my shooter is
We mbe baby know we with all the ruthlessness
Fendi buckle got me hard to pick my pants up
You actin and broke so lil boy go get your bands up
Not my vocabulary but I don't give a damn fuck
You tried making beef with me and you and pick your mans up
Shiesty I see why they never like me
Gold all on my chain and I'll be dripping on my white tee
If you want your chain back you gon have to fight me
Counting up this chicken stack it up so damn precisely i'm shiesty
Gold all on my chain and I'll be dripping on my white tee
If you want your chain back you gon have to fight me
Counting up this chicken stack it up so damn precisely i'm shiesty
Damn lil mamma just so feisty
I ain't Sippin on henny
Tell em slide me down a hi-c
Looking like a glacier because my neck is Hella icy
Bitch just stop playing and just do it like it's nike
Shiesty you owe me bread you gon pay
We pulled up to his crib he hid in the closet like he gay
Me and my niggas we luh to drill we never come to play
I got shooters in the back but I just call em doa
if they don't catch yo ass in raffic they gon meet you at yo place
When them hallows hit you body all you do is fucking shake
When yo bitch come to the party all she do is fucking shake
All my niggas matching za we roll up and we get baked
Bb on my waist or blind your eyes fuck up your face
Nunu caught a case koka skirt and did the race
You ain't on my pace goofy ass can't track my trace
All my rockys hella hard and I ain't talking about no ace
Red beam all on his face nigga prancing like he rudolph
Slop was stupid had me diddy bopping with my shoes off
Peter Pan all up in this blunt it made me flew off
Uncle pulled up beamer i said nigga let the roof off
Nigga back up act up and you get smacked up
My youngins eiger fingers on the trigger trynna pack sum
They sick a bitch this stupid nigga think he bouta crack sum
They popping out he seen them glocks he tried to run then they wacked em
It's like that when it's up it's stuck but I ain't cardi b I got real shooters pussy duck
He keep on asking bout his bitch but dat boy know we fucked
And if he question me again than ima fuck em up
Bars stop me now before dis shit go down
I'll hit em up and leave em leaking dripping on the ground
I won't tell none I did it shit I wasn't round
If any nigga say my name going outa town
I'm shiesty i'm shiesty low bitch this got me Ludacris
We 413 and we known for a lot of stupid shit
We cmb colonial mob that's how my shooter is
We mbe baby know we with all the ruthlessness
Fendi buckle got me hard to pick my pants up
You actin and broke so lil boy go get your bands up
Not my vocabulary but I don't give a damn fuck
You tried making beef with me and you and pick your mans up
Shiesty I see why they never like me
Gold all on my chain and I'll be dripping on my white tee
If you want your chain back you gon have to fight me
Counting up this chicken stack it up so damn precisely i'm shiesty
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