Shiesty

Lyrics
[Intro] There's somethin' 'bout the swayin' of the trees, yeah [Verse 1] There's somethin' 'bout the swayin' of the trees Traces of a breeze The way in which I speaks Makin' them believe that I'm cooler than a fan You may need a fleece I've been in these streets and I've got receipts Kensington for brunch, grab a bubble tea I don't trouble you, so you don't trouble me I just make the rounds and then I exit off the scene Emblem on the tee, I'm еffortlessly clean That nevеr could be me I never could be beggin' for a man to set me free I always keep it real 'cause I'm a sentimental G The people see my art because I wear it on my sleeve I had to let it breathe I give them Rei of light, I'm like an iridescent beam I've got innovative schemes and I mixed 'em with my dreams Come we make this history, nigga [Chorus] Leaning One hand on my whip The other on my bitch, I'm a slick nigga Blood scheming I'm a smart fucking G You know my heart clean, but me come from the mud Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Nigga, don't be gettin' too close So why you wanna try me? Oh Lord, protect me 'cause they're shiesty [Verse 2] Yeah, there's somethin' about the way the moon hit the river My mood is a mirror In cahoots with the truth, too smooth with it, nigga Grape juice sipper, sunroof disappearer Panoramic views from the room in the villa Indubitably, nigga You see the way I talk is extraordinary I'm like a pimp stick walkin', don't you force my hand A force to be reckoned with, of course I am, ha I beg you take a walk with man I got trips to take, I got pics to paint And my nigga over there, he got bricks to break You see my nigga over there, he got strips to tape Ayo, I'm paranoid 'cause everybody know my face You don't want us pullin' up outside your golden gates You don't want my nigga slidin' 'round in stolen plates So you should know your place I'm just rollin' safe, you know [Chorus] Leaning One hand on my whip The other on my bitch, I'm a slick nigga Blood scheming I'm a smart fucking G You know my heart clean, but me come from the mud Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Nigga, don't be gettin' too close So why you wanna try me? Oh Lord, protect me 'cause they're shiesty
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Credits
- Writers
- Louis-Rae Jett Pele Beadle
- Mohammed Amaar Baz
- Tiggs Da Author