Testo Shiesty - Retch
Testo della canzone Shiesty (Retch), tratta dall'album Shiesty - Single
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Woah
Said you a frauder, yeah
Fly to Aruba to lay in the sand
Pull up with grams, I ain't tryna eat your mans
Niggas so average, they straight, then I skrrt
My face burn up, I ain't fuckin' with syrup
Count up the green, I been smokin' on purp
Wish I was there when my nigga got murked
Wish I was there when Shamari had died
The race to the A, it be hard to decide
Say that you made it, but these niggas disguised
Told her one hundred, don't tell me no lies
Might stay and kick it, depend on the vibe
Said she don't fuck by the look in her eyes
I get a rack, had to wipe down the ride
I just need me a lil' slice of the pie
Broski on point, he strapped with the fire
Bitch, you a front, you a bitch tryna slide
'Cause she ain't fuck with real niggas before
Niggas gon' hate, but as long as you know
Be grateful for life and get paid in the projects
And if you don't know, then acquire the knowledge
Don't follow that bitch 'cause she postin' some nonsense
I seen a nigga make mills in the projects
I seen a nigga get killed over nothing
Not talking paper, then what we discussin'?
Niggas shiesty, bitches two-faced, huh
Carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh
Tip the valet with a blue face, huh
Going up on a Tuesday, huh
Might fuck a bitch in a Hummer, huh
Hot 'n cold a bitch like I'm Youngsta, huh
You ain't on shit, you a runner, huh
You ain't on shit, you a fronter
Niggas shiesty, bitches two-faced, huh
Carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh
Tip the valet with a blue face, huh
Going up on a Tuesday, huh
Might fuck a bitch in a Hummer, huh
Hot 'n cold a bitch like I'm Youngsta, huh
You ain't on shit, you a runner, huh
You ain't on shit, you a fronter
MAC-11 on a shoestring
Shootin' rockets, teabag Yao Ming
Fiends askin' for a wake-up
Cut the cookie, clean the shake up
Big face a nigga, Jacob
MAC fix a nigga face up
You and niggas act fake tough
Glock 40 make you break up
Get it crackin' like mirrors and bottles
Keep on hidin', then we shoot up your mama
Shaka block, I smoke nigga like rasta
You imposter 'til your head just lasagna
Fuck a model, make her eat me like pasta
Team Mufasa like my kuma matata
Fuck your honor, that persona my posture
Catch an opp and open chest like a doctor
You ain't trappin', you a runner
Keep on yappin', get you done up
Get to clappin' with my gun up
Big ol' MAC, it ain't like McDonald's
Wintertime, I got the burner
Turn your block into the summer
Xannies, cabbage, and Madonna
Seven Grammys in the Honda
Niggas shiesty, bitches two-faced, huh
Carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh
Tip the valet with a blue face, huh
Going up on a Tuesday, huh
Might fuck a bitch in a Hummer, huh
Hot 'n cold a bitch like I'm Youngsta, huh
You ain't on shit, you a runner, huh
You ain't on shit, you a fronter
Niggas shiesty, bitches two-faced, huh
Carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh
Tip the valet with a blue face, huh
Going up on a Tuesday, huh
Might fuck a bitch in a Hummer, huh
Hot 'n cold a bitch like I'm Youngsta, huh
You ain't on shit, you a runner, huh
You ain't on shit, you a fronter
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah Jr., Brian Onfroy Jr., Kill
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