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Pooh Shiesty - Making A Mess (feat. Big 30 & Veeze) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Mclean
Caleb Mclean
Songwriter
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Songwriter
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
Thomas Jahmal Walker
Thomas Jahmal Walker
Songwriter
Rodney Wright, Jr.
Rodney Wright, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Mixing Engineer
Real Red
Real Red
Producer
SoulSoundz
SoulSoundz
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Brr (big blrrrd, baby) (gang-gang), big blrrrd, blrrrd (Soul Soundz) My nigga BIG30 in this bitch (Red Dead, you so fuckin' bumpin', bruh) My nigga Shiesty in this bitch (big blrrrd) Slatt, slatt Slatt-slatt-slatt I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (wet), she hit me back as soon as I text (uh-uh) You think that I'm bustin' a TEC, Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual (grrt, grrt, brrt) I told her I don't want sex (sex), I'm tryna send a load to your address (address) I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch), I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah) It's fuck you off the rip if you ain't CG or the set, yup (if you ain't CG or the set) All y'all still gotta go, you ain't gotta line up It don't matter who next (gotta line up, it don't matter who next) Catch me with two red twins on side of me like Johnny Test (like Johnny Test) And the migo I know fucked up, for pesos (ayy), he chop ya flesh (chop ya-) I'm too slow to pour the 12, I think wock' was my best invest (wock', wock'-wock'-wock') And when it's me, 30, and Veeze, they triple team and choose the threat Hoe, don't ask what I want for my birthday (ayy), give me what's under your head No, I can't burn your top for free, need your prescription for the meds These niggas know I take beef serious Tryna fake they death, I know they ain't dead (I know you ain't dead) 3-7-5 breed monsters (yeah), but we don't come from under the bed (yeah-yeah) Drop the load, niggas know where we at (we at) Better know shorty shoot shot, all net (shorty shoot shot, all net) These blue hundreds will open her legs (her legs) She love when I spray it, it's makin' her wet, blrrrd-blrrrd I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (wet), she hit me back as soon as I text (soon as I text) You think that I'm bustin' a TEC (a blrrrd), the Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual (blrrrd-blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) I told her I don't want sex (no sex), I'm tryna send a load to your address (tryna send a load to your ad-) I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch), I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (blrrrd-blrrrd) Blrrrd, big blrrrd (blrrrd), that's how we hit the stage (hit the stage) Burberry my trench, I just performed with a full-body K (with that Drac') Thick Dominican, I flew her in just to bust on her face (uh) BIG30 tote 30, pop her, get flawless gang, Cartier (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd, ice) Moncler skully, vest is cold, I'm totin' a .357 (a blrrrd) I'm juggin' these 'bows, finessin' (finesse), I'm pimpin' these hoes, they sellin' they sex (they sex) My son ain't even turned three, he got a Rolex, my kid's a flex (he flex) I go anywhere with this ice around my neck, I'm strapped and blessed (get stretched) Big Glock for my protect, your shit ain't cocked, you strapped for shit (you pluggin') I took you on a lick, you ain't shoot shit but told a bitch (shoot nothin') Your job was not to snitch and better, not stop this car for shit (you plug) I told you if you run your mouth, you truly gon' be missed (you fucked) I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet, she hit me back as soon as I text (blrrrd, what? Mm) You think that I'm bustin' a TEC, Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual (grrt, grrt, brrt) I told her I don't want sex (sex), I'm tryna send a load to your address (address) I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch), I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah) Niggas say they on my neck How? Nigga ain't try to touch me yet (what?) If I feel a threat, I'll make sure a nigga breathe no breath, yeah Nigga gon' diss on the 'net, we gon' pull up to the hood you rep (yeah) My shorty shoot shot, all net (grrt), my nigga shoot shot, all net I'm swervin' off Perkys and syrup, this shit the same color as 30 'Vette (yeah) That nigga got caught and he talked to the sheriff, he do not deserve respect I told her I'm Shiesty and slimy, they trust me, I think they ain't heard me yet (you ain't heard me, boy?) We never gon' aim at your chest, nigga, I hope your vest got a turtleneck (grrt, pop) I told her I just want the head I don't even wanna get inside the bed with you (no way) He ran, so we chopped at his back Now he gotta live his whole life like a vegetable (yeah, fuck) I been shoppin' and blowin' a sack I used to trap in the spot like a Mexican (yeah, for real) My shorties ain't got no aim They gon' kill you and every nigga who next to you (shit) I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet, she hit me back as soon as I text (what? Mm) You think that I'm bustin' a TEC, Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual (grrt, grrt, brrt) I told her I don't want sex (sex), I'm tryna send a load to your address (address) I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch), I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah) (skrrt, skrrt)
Writer(s): Thomas Walker, Caleb Mclean, Jorres Nelson, Rodney Wright, Lontrell Williams, Karon Vantrees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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