"Pooh Sheisty" lyrics
Them niggas that, kept yelling that, I got money
Blowing real bubblegum weed, 8, ouuh
Blowing real bubblegum, 800 for an ounce of this
I be somewhere running up a check, keep me out the mix
Guarantee they said they know Rio if they be out in Flint
I just got a hundred K in cash for a sponsorship
Still thanking God for my accomplishments
Nigga said I told and he ain't get no acknowledgement
I been down two or four a day, bae I'm tryna quit
I know it's bad when Lou say all he found was some lines of Tris'
501 Levi's on but they Chrome Heart
You wanna see me make a dime? Alright I'm waiting on my phone to charge
Having real dog shit, I can turn into a loan shark
Knocked the nigga out in front his bitch, pulled his ho card
My people got 250 stamps, I bought the whole tar
Told my security pull a baby drac' out when the show start
.308'll turn a nigga Hellcat into a go-kart
You would think I used to paint how I know art
Guaranteed I'm hitting 3 niggas when the 4 spark
10 chains on now, it's on the floor part
Hit him with the K, he blacked out, say it was so dark
They put me on the box, I made a hundred racks on Barb
I'm a motherfucking genius
I was getting cases of the Hi-Tech out in Phoenix
And the crazy part, I never been to Arizona
Make sure you hit him in the head 'case he a organ donor
Hit him with the 4-5, now his torso open
Went to the Bay and married Mary Jane
I left my bitch, we divorced in Oakland
If the weed 600 a zip, of course we smoking
30 pointers in the AP, look gorgeous don't it
You don't got to buy the beans, I know my people in Florida want them
Nigga you don't got to buy a thing
We be shooting cars up, boom bada bing!
Police ask me what I saw, I'm like "Not a thing!"
Leave a nigga scarred up when the copper sing
Just hit him in his head, man the nigga 'bout to bleed
Alright I'm 'bout to leave
Just cause you got a lil bread on you don't mean you got no cheese
How can you suck dick for 2 hours, do you got some knees?
Mike get the fuck out the way, bro I'm 'bout to squeeze
We riding round with a dirty Glock, but the chopper clean
Dope got the whole house stanking, boil a pot of Febreeze
Count the money, get on stage and rap, now I'm 'bout to leave
You want to rap with me? Give me 6 racks
Think you finna scrap with me? I got a big strap
And Mike got one on him too, nigga get back
Oh I forgot, young dog & 'em got 6 straps
I got a switch on my Glock, I call it Pooh Shiesty (Brrr!)
Gucci down with 6 chains, bitch I'm too icy
I came down the block, I threw the deuces and I flew by him
Nigga I just cut my dope with some shoe shiner
If I catch another case, I'm getting cooked, I'm a two-timer
Blowing real bubblegum weed, 8, ouuh
Blowing real bubblegum, 800 for an ounce of this
I be somewhere running up a check, keep me out the mix
Guarantee they said they know Rio if they be out in Flint
I just got a hundred K in cash for a sponsorship
Still thanking God for my accomplishments
Nigga said I told and he ain't get no acknowledgement
I been down two or four a day, bae I'm tryna quit
I know it's bad when Lou say all he found was some lines of Tris'
501 Levi's on but they Chrome Heart
You wanna see me make a dime? Alright I'm waiting on my phone to charge
Having real dog shit, I can turn into a loan shark
Knocked the nigga out in front his bitch, pulled his ho card
My people got 250 stamps, I bought the whole tar
Told my security pull a baby drac' out when the show start
.308'll turn a nigga Hellcat into a go-kart
You would think I used to paint how I know art
Guaranteed I'm hitting 3 niggas when the 4 spark
10 chains on now, it's on the floor part
Hit him with the K, he blacked out, say it was so dark
They put me on the box, I made a hundred racks on Barb
I'm a motherfucking genius
I was getting cases of the Hi-Tech out in Phoenix
And the crazy part, I never been to Arizona
Make sure you hit him in the head 'case he a organ donor
Hit him with the 4-5, now his torso open
Went to the Bay and married Mary Jane
I left my bitch, we divorced in Oakland
If the weed 600 a zip, of course we smoking
30 pointers in the AP, look gorgeous don't it
You don't got to buy the beans, I know my people in Florida want them
Nigga you don't got to buy a thing
We be shooting cars up, boom bada bing!
Police ask me what I saw, I'm like "Not a thing!"
Leave a nigga scarred up when the copper sing
Just hit him in his head, man the nigga 'bout to bleed
Alright I'm 'bout to leave
Just cause you got a lil bread on you don't mean you got no cheese
How can you suck dick for 2 hours, do you got some knees?
Mike get the fuck out the way, bro I'm 'bout to squeeze
We riding round with a dirty Glock, but the chopper clean
Dope got the whole house stanking, boil a pot of Febreeze
Count the money, get on stage and rap, now I'm 'bout to leave
You want to rap with me? Give me 6 racks
Think you finna scrap with me? I got a big strap
And Mike got one on him too, nigga get back
Oh I forgot, young dog & 'em got 6 straps
I got a switch on my Glock, I call it Pooh Shiesty (Brrr!)
Gucci down with 6 chains, bitch I'm too icy
I came down the block, I threw the deuces and I flew by him
Nigga I just cut my dope with some shoe shiner
If I catch another case, I'm getting cooked, I'm a two-timer
