Shiesty

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Come on, ayy [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] These niggas winnie, I'm really shiesty with my mask on like Pooh I got bad bitches tryna fuck with me, so who is you? Bae, with that hairdo, it gotta be a ten to get in the coupe Plus I got fifty on me now, I spend like half of that on shoes You'd probably catch me where that money at I brought a ten to the club, live in Miami, makin' it rain where it be sunny at Nigga, I always got that money with me, man, where your money at? Man, she keep lookin' at me while I fuck it up, I told her throw it back Nigga, I told her throw it back Man, she keep lookin' at me while I fuck it up, I told her throw it back [Verse 1: The Godfather & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I'm shiesty, but keep a big 30, so they don't like me (So they don't like me) The way we take a hit, shit, they might start a new indictment GlockBoy, I point it at TeeJaee, she got excited [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy, nigga, I'm shiesty, I'm slimy, boy, I be done fucked your wifey If she keep lookin' at me while I fuck it up, I told her throw it back (Boy) Like I play tennis and I'm mad, I just be throwin' racks (I be throwin' racks, ayy) She know I get at all her friends, she like, "Quit doin' that" I be tryna play some ball just like a running back (Just like a running back) [Verse 3: The Godfather & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Stand tall like a quarterback, the plug right where the border at I told you this shit more than rap, bro Glocky got 50 attached I got big money, we got it, quite a bank to water that Man, Boom touched down, threw me twenty, you know I caught it like a pass I met your bitch and hit her same day, I was just rubbin' on that ass Just got to twerkin', I ain't gon' lie, shake that ass I hit the gas Man, I got fifty of them racks on me, might blow a thirty Nigga, I'll play golf, I'll hit you with that second shot, boy, now ain't that a birdie? [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] These niggas winnie, I'm really shiesty with my mask on like Pooh I got bad bitches tryna fuck with me, so who is you? Bae, with that hairdo, it gotta be a ten to get in the coupe Plus I got fifty on me now, I spend like half of that on shoes You'd probably catch me where that money at I brought a ten to the club, live in Miami, makin' it rain where it be sunny at Nigga, I always got that money with me, man, where your money at? Man, she keep lookin' at me while I fuck it up, I told her throw it back (Shee) [Verse 4: OnFully, BandGang Lonnie Bands & Eastway Santana] I'm really shiesty off them pills, that's them 30s, I'm a drug addict (I can't stop) Probably lose my friends, in the long run, I got bad habits And we on the yacht, made her drive the boat, that's my lil' caddy And no BBL, you could sit a pint on that big ol' ass And I'm Bruce Lee with that chopstick, I'm the Last Dragon LooseLeaf, all this motherfuckin' paper that I'm havin' You probably got some racks around, we playin' 'round with some loose cheese This pistol always keep my arms warm like a long sleeve Too many pros, can't get 'em off me, I'm workin', I feel exhausted This food'll make you OD, gotta keep it on the dog meat This Molly so strong, gotta cut this shit with coffee She fucked me so long, I (Mm-hmm) [?] ho with all [?] [Verse 5: Eastway Santana] I be fly as fuck with the F&N, I swear to God I always got it I swear to God we fucked shit up and made a million off of safes Just sendin' niggas in the store, bitch, I be quick to break a counter Been had my doggies playin' fetch, bitch, I be quick to give a dog a bone I swear to God the oppies burnt I try to get back with this bitch, I swear to God, that shit ain't workin' Fuck it, gotta upload dog shit and make him talk 'bout it [?] I'll fuckin' shoot a fake vid' on the block and kill the oppies if they pop out