$hiesty Flow
Had to hop on that 1017 Shiesty shit
(Hrrrr)
We don't do no "Blrrrd Blrrrd" on this side nigga
Sending them 30's, 100's, 50's
Had to hop on something sound like this
Why not pay my respects
Shiesty at all these rap nigga's throats
I'm right there at they necks
They turning this shit up right now
Like who even the fuck is that
I'm just that lil dude, a do you rude
And I know I'm up next
I'm just being honest, I'm not cocky
That is not a flex
Nigga I just do it
Drop the music that I think the best
No I ain't been signed, but I can rhyme
So I'm a do just that
Before I sign the dotted line, I read the fine
And need a hundred flat
And don't think I mean a hundred racks
Nigga what the fuck is that
I was trying to get that off of craps
Or sitting in the trap
I'm a need the highest, cap
If you wanting me to rap
But if I get big, still ride with sticks
We can't put down the straps
Hood$tar Ent. the label
YH$ that be the set
Sticks in our possession kind of naval
Might just rip your flesh
Might just go straight through a vest
Might leave your ass with no neck
Big bitch take off fat and all
Fuck around make you anorexic
Hot shells make your skin dissolve
One stray bullet hit you in your pocket
Make you miss a call
My raps laced like fentanyl
But with that I ain't been involved
If you my bitch or getting sticked
Do what I say, don't piss me off
Different breed, a different cloth
We drink our piss in a drought
And always gone get it off
But fuck that, got a hoe I just can't duck
She got a different mouth
Think that hoe based on the North
But born and raised in the South
Dick be soft when that hoe put it in
And when she take it out
She gone pull it out my Polo boxers
While she lay on the couch
She trying to take a nigga soul
The way she suck
Think she want take me out
From Texas, drip a bitch in sauce
It's a pandemic, so a bigger cost
1017 "SoIcyBoyz", then I'm trying to be Mr. Frost
Drop off bags like Mr. Claus
Niggas post they guns on IG, then go and run to the laws
Half of these rap niggas flaw
Come up with my bros, that's law
I'm sipping an eight of raw
Bad white bitch drinking White Claw
Hear shots, just don't say what you saw
(Shhh)
I'm a stick it out in this rap shit, in for the long haul
In the bathroom trying to come up on the dice
Bitch you at roll call
Don't make me make that phone call
Ain't gone say no name
Real kidnappers come get you gone dog
Then delete me from your phone log
Niggas still smoking them skimp ass sweets
We smoke the whole log
Big woods in the air, no swisher
And we on that real smoke
Told that bitch I'm not a kisser
(Nope)
Use my tongue to roll that real dope
(Only)
4.0x zoom on this bitch, nigga this that real scope
(Hrrrrrr)
I never talked to them folks
(Never)
Most of y'all can't say that though
Telling me they music make them sick
And I'm the antidote
Niggas know I'll put in work
Niggas know I'll dig the dirt
Real gravedigger
Leave a nigga face on front his people shirts
(Hrrrr)
I don't ever go looking for no smoke nigga
But if it's there I'm a get it nigga
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Nigga come to me on that bullshit
Nigga know what it is
I ain't even got to speak on that
(Hrrrr)
(Hrrrr)
We don't do no "Blrrrd Blrrrd" on this side nigga
Sending them 30's, 100's, 50's
Had to hop on something sound like this
Why not pay my respects
Shiesty at all these rap nigga's throats
I'm right there at they necks
They turning this shit up right now
Like who even the fuck is that
I'm just that lil dude, a do you rude
And I know I'm up next
I'm just being honest, I'm not cocky
That is not a flex
Nigga I just do it
Drop the music that I think the best
No I ain't been signed, but I can rhyme
So I'm a do just that
Before I sign the dotted line, I read the fine
And need a hundred flat
And don't think I mean a hundred racks
Nigga what the fuck is that
I was trying to get that off of craps
Or sitting in the trap
I'm a need the highest, cap
If you wanting me to rap
But if I get big, still ride with sticks
We can't put down the straps
Hood$tar Ent. the label
YH$ that be the set
Sticks in our possession kind of naval
Might just rip your flesh
Might just go straight through a vest
Might leave your ass with no neck
Big bitch take off fat and all
Fuck around make you anorexic
Hot shells make your skin dissolve
One stray bullet hit you in your pocket
Make you miss a call
My raps laced like fentanyl
But with that I ain't been involved
If you my bitch or getting sticked
Do what I say, don't piss me off
Different breed, a different cloth
We drink our piss in a drought
And always gone get it off
But fuck that, got a hoe I just can't duck
She got a different mouth
Think that hoe based on the North
But born and raised in the South
Dick be soft when that hoe put it in
And when she take it out
She gone pull it out my Polo boxers
While she lay on the couch
She trying to take a nigga soul
The way she suck
Think she want take me out
From Texas, drip a bitch in sauce
It's a pandemic, so a bigger cost
1017 "SoIcyBoyz", then I'm trying to be Mr. Frost
Drop off bags like Mr. Claus
Niggas post they guns on IG, then go and run to the laws
Half of these rap niggas flaw
Come up with my bros, that's law
I'm sipping an eight of raw
Bad white bitch drinking White Claw
Hear shots, just don't say what you saw
(Shhh)
I'm a stick it out in this rap shit, in for the long haul
In the bathroom trying to come up on the dice
Bitch you at roll call
Don't make me make that phone call
Ain't gone say no name
Real kidnappers come get you gone dog
Then delete me from your phone log
Niggas still smoking them skimp ass sweets
We smoke the whole log
Big woods in the air, no swisher
And we on that real smoke
Told that bitch I'm not a kisser
(Nope)
Use my tongue to roll that real dope
(Only)
4.0x zoom on this bitch, nigga this that real scope
(Hrrrrrr)
I never talked to them folks
(Never)
Most of y'all can't say that though
Telling me they music make them sick
And I'm the antidote
Niggas know I'll put in work
Niggas know I'll dig the dirt
Real gravedigger
Leave a nigga face on front his people shirts
(Hrrrr)
I don't ever go looking for no smoke nigga
But if it's there I'm a get it nigga
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Nigga come to me on that bullshit
Nigga know what it is
I ain't even got to speak on that
(Hrrrr)
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Writer(s): Tives Bradford Jr.
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