Foreva Shiesty (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

(Ayy, run that shit up Chase) Ayy Ayy Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby", that's the past tense Sad to choose, now you're back, you played, bitch it's over with Twenty rocks, VVS, crack a smile, Aquafina Said back on sippin' Keke Palmer purp turn me to a demon Scratch off in that Benz coupe, pour under shots of twenty blues One too many times, I feel this tension, choppers shake the room Married to the street, give fan the curve, but I still jump the broom Seventy-five a eighth, this ain't no zaza, it's that silver spoon Top shelf, I like to pourin' up popaine fuckin' up my health Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch myself Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug just send it here Collect calls ain't enough time, free my niggas outta jail Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down My draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head Bitch, I hit the Don Thotta, still won't answer to the Fed On my side is cold and regulation, you know how we pled Two hundred thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the med I made all this shit out the trappies, I did both flow in and out Go get the hoe out the suburbs and make her post up in the south Turn the thang up inside the white bitch, ninety K up in my mouth The ATL brand in the spot took like 90K out the couch All the lit we stuck for light is still the same niggas from the south We vacuum seal all the pain, make sure that the smell ain't leaking out Addicted to that, tap in with me when I'm up in your town We ain't no rookies, I ain't no John Moran, twelve shots gon' shut 'em down Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down (brr)