Pooh Shiesty

Lyrics

[Intro] Them niggas that kept yelling that I got money Blowin' real bubblegum weed, eight— ooh [Verse] Blowin' real bubblegum, eight hundred for an ounce of this I be somewhere runnin' up a check, keep me out the mix Guarantee they said they know Rio if they be out in Flint I just got a hundred K in cash for a sponsorship Still thanking God for my accomplishments Nigga said I told and he ain't get no acknowledgement I been down to a four a day, bae, I'm tryna quit I know it's bad when Lou say all he found was some lines of Trish 501 Levi's on, but they Chrome Heart You wanna see me make a dime? Alright, I'm waitin' on my phonе to charge Havin' real dog shit, I can turn into a loan shark Knocked thе nigga out in front his bitch, pulled his ho card My people got two hundred fifty stamps, I bought the whole tar Told my security pull a baby Drac' out when the show start .308'll turn a nigga Hellcat into a go-kart You would think I used to paint how I know art Guaranteed I'm hitting three niggas when the four spark Ten chains on now, it's on the floor part Hit him with the K, he blacked out, say it was so dark They put me on the box, I made a hundred racks on Barb I'm a motherfucking genius I was getting cases of the Hi-Tech out in Phoenix And the crazy part, I never been to Arizona Make sure you hit him in the head case he a organ donor Hit him with the four-five, now his torso open Went to the Bay and married Mary Jane, I left my bitch, we divorced in Oakland If the weed six hundred a zip, of course we smoking Thirty pointers in the AP look gorgeous, don't it? You don't gotta buy the beans, I know my people in Florida want 'em Nigga, you don't gotta buy a thing We be shootin' cars up, boom-bada-bing Police ask me what I saw, I'm like, "Not a thing" Leave a nigga scarred up when the copper sing Just hit him in his head, man, the nigga 'bout to bleed Alright, I'm 'bout to leave Just 'cause you got a lil' bread on you don't mean you got no cheese How can you suck dick for two hours, do you got some knees? Mike, get the fuck out the way, bro, I'm 'bout to squeeze We ridin' 'round with a dirty Glock, but the chopper clean Dope got the whole house stinking, boil a pot of Febreeze Count the money, get on stage, and rap, now I'm 'bout to leave You wanna rap with me? Give me 6 racks Think you finna scrap with me? I got a big strap And Mike got one on him too, nigga, get back Oh, I forgot, young dog and them got six straps I got a switch on my Glock, I call it Pooh Shiesty (Blrrrd) Gucci down with six chains, bitch, I'm too icy I came down the block, he threw the deuces and I flew by him Nigga, I just cut my dope with some shoe shiner If I catch another case, I'm gettin' cooked, I'm a two-timer