Shiest Talk (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Lil Juan got killed, it hit me, been my nigga since elementary
Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city
Every charge I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss
I'on't play games but a nigga send blitz
Everything change when a nigga get rich
Glock with a switch, how a nigga gone miss?
Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss
Some of this shit, I'm just never gone get
I'on't fuck around, I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch
Where the fuck I'm gon' go?
She got everything, Young Coco
I just gave my hood some more hope
We just sold another truckload
Bought her everything in Soho
She can't keep me on the low-low
You know I'm a big bill (ayy, yuh)
You know I got big drill
Two F&N's sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
I gotta start actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill
Some niggas wit' me caught a body, keep it solid with me still
Play with us, I bet you call it off
They know big Shiest take beef for real (brrrrrdt)
Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
Yo' bitch gon' drop her panties, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
I used to go zip shit up for a ten, now, it's gone cost a mill'
Niggas don't never wanna put in work, pick up my chop, know how I do
If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round with four carbons full (yup)
But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup)
When I see all them views watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a wood
9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitches overstood
I pull up shootin' up in your projects, say I can't go to my hood
(Brdddt, brddt, brddt)
Aye, yuh
Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Lil Juan got killed, it hit me, been my nigga since elementary
Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city
Every charge I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss
I'on't play games but a nigga send blitz
Everything change when a nigga get rich
Glock with a switch, how a nigga gone miss?
Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss
Some of this shit, I'm just never gone get
I'on't fuck around, I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch
Where the fuck I'm gon' go?
She got everything, Young Coco
I just gave my hood some more hope
We just sold another truckload
Bought her everything in Soho
She can't keep me on the low-low
You know I'm a big bill (ayy, yuh)
You know I got big drill
Two F&N's sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
I gotta start actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill
Some niggas wit' me caught a body, keep it solid with me still
Play with us, I bet you call it off
They know big Shiest take beef for real (brrrrrdt)
Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
Yo' bitch gon' drop her panties, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
I used to go zip shit up for a ten, now, it's gone cost a mill'
Niggas don't never wanna put in work, pick up my chop, know how I do
If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round with four carbons full (yup)
But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup)
When I see all them views watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a wood
9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitches overstood
I pull up shootin' up in your projects, say I can't go to my hood
(Brdddt, brddt, brddt)
Aye, yuh
Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Julian Martrel Mason, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr., Kelton Lanier Scott Ii
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