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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
TP808
TP808
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
Tiquon Pryor
Tiquon Pryor
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TP808
TP808
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Lyrics

Once again I'm locked in with TP We finna make a hit TP baby Ay Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up Ayy, you remember on that day, I shot so fast the fifty bust? Yo, you can't be the gang You know it's hard for us to gain some trust You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day Shooter ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray Calmly burnin' these "Woods, I been smokin" Runtz to the face Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit Ol' bitty bitch We goin' through it (uh, uh, uh nigga ay) Sixty shots up in the chop', tryna hit 30 niggas, ay I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you Brrr
Writer(s): Lontrell Williams, Tiquan Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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