Testo 50 Shots - Pooh Shiesty
Testo della canzone 50 Shots (Pooh Shiesty), tratta dall'album Shiesty Season
TP, baby
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin' just to get in (niggas whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (might stab with his pen)
Let off 200 tryna creep up on me, boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
60 rounds under my chop, hang out the window of this van (window of that van)
This Draco play a sad song, I hold it like a violin (like a violin)
Earn your stats all off them bodies, let this murder game begin
Hang with the opps 'til you die over there, can't flip back on this side (can't come back over here)
Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on Live
Only got shot at on the internet, real life, them pussies hidin' (hidin')
Finna shootout with some real gangsters, tilt my hat, still wish they die (blrrrd, blrrrd)
And this a gold piece on that glee, ain't no runnin', you see this fire (blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some shit you can't describe (shit you can't describe)
They don't get whacked, I'ma go crazy, them gettin' away'll hurt my pride (that hurt my pride)
I run into them bitches on the E-way, then I'm shootin' and drivin' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin' just to get in (niggas whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen
Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? Ain't heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
60-somethin' for my neckpiece and a light 30 for this watch (for this watch)
I come disguised up like a junkie, get to shootin', I ain't tryna shop
The FBI know what's up with me, certified steppin' my job (know what's up)
Organized crime, we don't do cooperations, not at all (no talkin')
Got secret weapons, automatics, fifties, coolant kits installed
Now I don't 'posed to have this shit, but if I get caught, make that call (blrrrd)
Before I go out like I'm Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky)
Before I spend my money on a hit, come do that shit myself (come do that shit myself)
Creep up on you, I get close, finish 'em off, you need some help (need some help, pussy)
You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (step)
It ain't no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin' just to get in (niggas whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (shank somethin' with his pen, yeah)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy
Big Blrrrd
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Writer(s): Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor
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