(Gold Haze on the track)
Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 ’round my chain so I tote the same ‘mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin’ me, pockets keep growin’ knots
And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got ’em shot, blrrrd, blrrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers ’cause them iPhonеs get shit locked
My operation too major, I posе ’cause the feds watching
Buy firearms and narcotics, the first-degree boys and robberies
Had these rollin’ Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark
Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body
I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects
You wanna order up a hundred, sixty bags of ’em was garbage
You know I’m slimy as it get, I got all way here off a noggin
And no, I can’t put up my fire’, that’s a never, not even probably
Since a youngin, been shit poppin’, since Truey joggers and Robins
We vaccine niggas for flossin’, leave his head like Dennis Rodman’s
When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest (Shiesty the hardest)
Besides rap, I was gettin’ rich regardless
I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of of my apartments
Everybody keep on yappin’ ’til them .62s get to sparkin’
Cut the block off, stop the traffic, if a car come through, this Drac’ goin’ park it
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 ’round my chain so I tote the same ‘mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin’ me, pockets keep growin’ knots
And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got ’em shot, blrrrd, blrrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers ’cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too major, I pose ’cause the feds watch
So I stay drippin’ on the daily, I know that them boys clockin’ (
Ayy
, blrrrd)
Got a .40 on me right now, I ain’t never scared (Never scared, you know that)
I’ll shoot this bitch up right now ’cause I never cared (Bah)
Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head
Eyes hurt, they sore ’cause I seen some shit I never said
Thinking ’bout my boy, don’t sip Rémy, I just pour it
We got blow outs on the score, we couldn’t catch ’em so his brother dead
Bring it to your door, spent a milli’, ran up four
Big ol’ hammer like I’m Thor ’cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand
Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I’ll shoot it (Grrt)
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I’m not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrrt)
Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain’t do shit (Pussy, fuck nigga)
Blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
(Blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd)
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