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Pooh Shiesty - Shiesty Season Album Lyrics



Pooh Shiesty - Shiesty Season Lyrics






Shiesty Season Intro

(Skydiddy)
Let's go, let's go

Ayy, cut all the fake shit, I see through it (I see through it)
Straight with the Cartier, hit with the Louis (it hit with my Louis)
Stay with the Glock, I ain't gotta get to it (I ain't gotta get to it)
She in love with my music, we f*ck to my newest (f*ck to my newest)
Burn up her top 'fore I pass her the boot ('fore I pass her the stick)
CG beat your block with them chops, shoot a movie (CG on the beat)
Know I'll take your gun if I feel like you won't use it (give it here twenty-three)
And the bitch like the light in her face when she chew it (like when she chew it)
When we get the drop, we don't wait, we get to it (don't wait, we get to it)
Everybody ain't gangsta, get locked, get approved (locked and approved)
No, I'm not one of them, I was hittin' 'fore music (hittin' 'fore music)
Glock with the fully, it twerk when you shoot it (blrrrd)
They don't post over there (blrrrd), they know I'll come through it (I get to it)
Tryna pay to get me killed, why you won't come do it? (Come do it)
Get sent out, watch how I send you back to 'em (back to 'em, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Yeah, yeah, back to 'em (blrrrd, back to 'em)
F on the chopper, pay another stack for 'em (stack for 'em)
Straight from the hood right to all platforms (straight forward)
Small Drac' with the wood, this a all-black, boy
High-speedin' on the north, can't catch this tour
Moncler bubble coat, low-top Dior
White Wock' in my hands, tryna get through my pores
Don't play with your life, I'll take it, enjoy, blrrrd
Enjoy, play with your life, I'll take it, enjoy (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Faceshots to your neck, now you're hooked to a cord
I'm goin' to go slide every time I get bored
Can't go on no mission no more, you'll blow it
I give niggas hope, I'm a god in the crib (ayy)
Ayy, I give niggas hope in the crib, I'm a god, I'm a lord (let's go, let's go)
Beat her back up, she gon' let me record (blrrrd)
We spin out a rental, get dropped out a Ford
Far from a beginner, I been makin' noise
Old-school AK, shit came with a sword (blrrrd)
Ayy, these the baguettes you cannot afford (cannot afford)
Knock out his spaghetti, he leakin' like oil
I just sipped two pints but I still want some more (some more)
Shiesty too wavy, can't get on my shore (get on my shore)
Nope, Shiesty too wavy, can't get on this shore
Shiesty too wavy, can't get on this shore, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
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Writer: Lontrell D. Williams, Thomas Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Back in Blood

Smurk (hmm, hmm, big blrrrd, hmm, hmm-mmm, huh, uh-uh)
Long way, learned somethin' back from this shit (mmm, mmm)
(Turn me up, YC, turn me up, YC, turn me up, YC)
Yeah, I get in this shit in blood, homie (mmm, mmm-mmm)

Bitch, I got my own fire, don't need security in the club (no)
All the woofin' on the net (net), nigga, I thought you was a thug
I ain't got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (blrrrd)
Yeah, you ain't know who took that shit from you (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Come get it back in blood, blrrrd, blrrrd, bitch, come get it back in blood (big blrrrd)
We ain't mask up, no dodge your ex (no), niggas know who it was (f*ck 'em)
Extortin' shit just like the 80s, once I'm back, get it in blood (ayy, on God)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (ayy), come get it back in blood (big blrrrd, blrrrd)

If yo' nigga killer ain't dead, you shouldn't wear no R.I.P. shirt (no)
We had three hundred shots up in the car before we picked up Durk (three hunnid)
Three niggas, who ain't got shit goin', go, grab a glizzy, get alert ('lert)
Shiesty G, post, R.I.P. (blrrrd), wherever he is, he in the dirt (slime, blrrrd, blrrrd)
You gotta know I go too far (let's go)
It's two O's up on this hunnied, one of them might stand for O'Block (blrrrd)
'Bout twenty some shots, left up in the K, fifteen still in the Glock (the glizzy)
Keep my door unlock, and stop (stop, stall)
I like gettin' on feet, park the car, blrrrd (park the car, blrrrd)
We gettin' up close, do him dirty, I ain't showin' love (no)
Eleven thousand, all ones, left my right pocket in the club (on God)
These blue faces up on me, dirty, I went, got it out the mud (let's go)
If I took some, get it in blood (blrrrd), I don't give a f*ck what we was (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

Bitch, I got my own fire, don't need security in the club (blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, no)
All that woofin' on the net (net), nigga, I thought you was a thug (what happened?)
I ain't got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (blrrrd)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Come get it back in blood, blrrrd, blrrrd, bitch, come get it back in blood (big blrrrd)
We ain't mask up, no dodge your ex (no), niggas know who it was (Smurk, f*ck 'em)
Extortin' shit just like the 80s (gang), once I'm back, get it in blood (on God)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you, come get it back in blood (let's get it)

Kilt yo' mans, you keep on talkin', better get that shit in blood
Give my shawty 'nem a dub (yeah), and they gon' walk inside this club (let's get it)
Hit his little ass with that switch (grrah), I bet that switch switch up his nerve
F*ck the opps inside my city, lil' bro put them in the mud (blrrrdah)
You can't come back to your hood, huh? (No)
He was dissin' on my cousin, now his ass all in that 'Wood, huh? (Boom, boom, boom)
Book his ass, I wish he would come (pussy)
V. Roy pop up at that car with that new Glock (grrah, grrah), I wish he would run (grrah, grrah)
His ass playin', bitch, I'm really icy (really icy)
Pooh Shiesty, that's my dawg, but, Pooh, you know I'm really shiesty (my nigga)
You told all them OT niggas that you really slide? (Pussy)
Tell the truth about your gang, bitch, they really dyin' (gang)

Bitch, I got my own fire, don't need security in the club (no)
All that woofin' on the net (net), nigga, I thought you was a thug
I ain't got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (blrrrd)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Come get it back in blood, blrrrd, blrrrd, bitch, come get it back in blood (big blrrrd)
We ain't mask up, no dodge your ex (no), niggas know who it was (f*ck 'em)
Extortin' shit just like the 80s, once I'm back, get it in blood (on God)
Yeah, you ain't know who took that shit from you, come get it back in blood (bitch)

Blrrrd
Come get it back in blood (blrrrd, big blrrrd)
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Writer: Christopher Pearson, Durk Banks, Lontrell D. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Guard Up

Blrrrd
Mm-mm, guard up
Wanna keep it, don't start up
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Uh, yeah, ayy, ayy

I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (tell 'em, "Guard up")
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up (when we march up)
I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (ayy, tell 'em, "Guard up")
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (left me scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up (when we march up)

Keep clutchin' my fire stick, we check a nigga challenge, yeah (let's go)
You won't see me leave outside the house without my hammer (no)
And my lil' niggas bangin' Shiesty Gang in Alabama (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ayy, these lemon squeeze'll bust his cherry, clip hold a banana (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Shit got stiff, can't wait to pull up on the block, ridin' Fanta (tell 'em, "Guard up")
And I'm slidin' like a sled in the snow but I ain't Santa (no)
My hoe know her head fire, she get to showin' off for the camera (yeah, she gon' show off for the cam)
Beat it bad like Michael Jackson, ayy, this my Dirty Diana (this my Dirty Diana)
Ayy, how you let a snake up in the grass, sneak up in the house? (Ayy, how?)
Soon as we get them bowls in, T the P, gon' take 'em out (I'm out)
A key and Glock up on me now because I chose the paper route (route)
You niggas better use a GPS and take the safer route, blrrrd (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (tell 'em, "Guard up")
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up (when we march up)
I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (ayy, tell 'em, "Guard up")
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (left me scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up (when we march up)

We with it today (we slime), we with it today (we slime)
It's just me and Baby Shiesty (yeah), and we two deep in a Wraith (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We with it today (we slime), we with it today (We slime)
It's just me and Baby Shiesty, and we two deep in a Wraith (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Since this Draco came with side effects, I tote a baby K (blrrrd, I tote a baby K)
Who want smoke with me? I pull up any time at any place (any time at any place)
This is not a .223 (no), this chopper here shoot through your head
Get that work out like a fitness room, you know we movin' weight (get shot up on in your face)
Been feelin' like my birthday every day, wake up and get the cake
Ayy, I was smokin' out the P, weighin' up ounces, smokin' shake
No, I can never let a nigga slide (no), I can't let 'em skate (I can't let 'em skate)
Shots fired, he on Fox live, bullet to his face, blrrrd (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (guard up)
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up (yeah, when we march up)
I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" (tell 'em, "Guard up")
Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up (blrrrd, just watch it start up)
I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up (yeah, yeah, it left me scarred up)
Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up

Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
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Writer: Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Ugly

(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
You know we clutchin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I stand firm on what my gang do ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (I press that)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (yeah)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (ayy)

Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky (the knife it came from Chucky)
Beef like Jason with the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly (this shit get ugly)
My clip get emptied every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
'Fore a nigga t-shirt me, it's breakin' news and I'm the suspect (breakin' news and I'm the suspect)
Put your face on Fox 13, now it's R.I.P. from the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me, blrrrd
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip (blrrrd, yeah, yeah)
We throw ones up in the air, rainin' on bitches while they strip (yeah, yeah)
Think 'bout your folks over there 'fore you play
Everybody gon' get killed (everybody gon' get killed)
This shit get ugly, you see all black, hoppin' out, let 'em rip

Shit get ugly (blrrrd, blrrrd), everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clipsallowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (damn)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (it's Gucci)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (go, blrrrd)

I just Louisville slugged that lil' boy like I'm from Kentucky (baow)
The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that bitch on crutches (well, damn)
We don't call police, get in the streets and get our justice (yeah)
Gon' get past ugly, play with me that shit gon' get disgustin' (ugh)
My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (stinky)
It be fun and games 'til your click runnin' and gettin' busted (go)
I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust at (my strap)
It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust that (nah)
I been stackin' rackades in the attics, they gettin' dusty (dusty)
And I been shootin' since sixteen, I got good aim, I ain't rusty (I'm not rusty)
People say I'm shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me (just like Shiesty)
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians (grrah, grrah)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (blrrrd, blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (filled with racks)
try somethin', I press that button (I press that button)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (blrrrd)
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Writer: Elijah Gull, Lontrell Williams, Nile Bey, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Neighbors

Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, ayy 30
Get 'em (blrrrd)

The chopper stay so close to me that you would think we neighbors (close like neighbors)
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his mama raised him ('cause mama raised him)
We had a clear shot on his head, but I think God saved him (I think God saved him)
You never walked up hit your man, you probably never grazed him (Shiesty)
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse (nah)
My pocket used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed (thank the Lord for my aim)
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who go scope it first (blrrrd, blrrrd)

Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some merch (skrrt, skrrt)
I go get free shit out the store, 'cause I'm f*ckin' the clerk ('cause I'm f*ckin' on the clerk)
He was talkin' gangster on the net 'til we found where he work ('til we found where he work)
I can get you whacked for a lil' cash or a couple of Percs (a couple Percocets)
Took a nigga pole, "Sheisty, why you do that though?" (I don't know)
Ayy, I'm from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode (for sure, for sure)
If you don't deserve it or won't shoot it, we gon' let 'em know (we gotta let 'em know)
I'm tryna break down a Cuban and add me some GG4, let's go
Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that ho a Lyft (got that ho a Lyft)
We just threw a party on your block and didn't include the gifts
I'm smokin' exotic to the fire, I almost burnt my lip
I'm havin' Sharklato mixed with Pie, I want fifteen a zip

The chopper stay so close to me that you would think we neighbors (close like neighbors)
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his mama raised him ('cause mama raised him)
We had a clear shot on his head, but I think God saved him (I think God saved him)
You never walked up hit your man, you probably never grazed him (Shiesty)
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse (nah)
My pocket used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed (thank the Lord for my aim)
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who go scope it first (blrrrd, blrrrd)

I'm in the field with choppers, you can't come up on this turf (not on this turf)
And I'm from Killbranch, we known for killin' killers first (we choked 'em first)
A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I'm startin' to slide, and I shot my third victim out a 'Vert (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I had a Glock 'fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me (that Glizzy)
Hunnid shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me (two fifties)
Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me (blrrrd)
Bitch talkin' 'bout matchin' energy, bitches be killin' me (let's go)
Dope comin' from where the Spurs play, I'm where the birds play
I just ran up thirty and this ain't shit but my third play (wow)
Reach for these VV's, we let off shots right where the turds play (the crowd)
NOS be out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

The chopper stay so close to me that you would think we neighbors (close like neighbors)
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his mama raised him ('cause mama raised him)
We had a clear shot on his head, but I think God saved him (I think God saved him)
You never walked up hit your man, you probably never grazed him (Shiesty)
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse (nah)
My pocket used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed (thank the Lord for my aim)
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who go scope it first (blrrrd, blrrrd)

Blrrrd
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Writer: Rodney Wright, Christian Morris, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © MO HITZ ENTERTAINMENT GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




50 Shots

(TP, baby)

Thirty, forty, fifty 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 (let's go), f*ck 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 (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (might stab you with his pen)

Hit off two hundred, tryna creep up on me, boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
Sixty rounds under my chop (chop), hang out the window of this van (window of that van)
This Draco play a sad song, I hold it like a violin (hold it like a violin)
Earn your stats all off them bodies (bodies), let this murder game begin (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 get shot at on the internet, in real life them pussies hidin' (hidin')
Been in shootouts 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'll hurt my pride)
I run into them bitches on the e-way, then I'm shootin' the driver (blrrrd, blrrrd)

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, 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 (let's go), f*ck 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 (nigga 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)
Dropped sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)
and a light thirty for this watch (thirty for this watch)
I come disguised up like a junkie (huh), 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, blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Fore I go out like I'm Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky)
'Fore 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 (you 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

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Big Blrrrd)
If you see my face, don't run away (walk away), that's how Ricky got hit (how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (told me that I ain't shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed
In the trap, we get it in, f*ck off a five and stack a ten (stack a dime)
In this steamer with this model, she don't know I changed the VIN (this ho just tryna slide)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (get in, yeah)
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: Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




No Chorus

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Lookin' for my man, couldn't send no one to whack him
(Once again, I'm locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)
Couldn't send no one to whack him, I couldn't send no one to whack him
Ayy, Big Shiesty like another rapper, go

Ayy, I went lookin' for my own man, couldn't send no one to whack him (send no one to whack him)
We caught his ass by the church (church), left him fixed up for the pastor (for the pastor)
This pussy knew his time was comin', they found his ass with a bible (with a bible)
Ain't no way he thought he was gon' get away, this chopper grabbed him (chopper grabbed him)
And I just ordered me that brand new SRT (skrrt-skrrt), but I want faster (but I want somethin' faster)
I put my new ho on a leash, had to lock her in 'fore I pass her (pass her)
My Russian Drac' don't miss a beat, no wheezin', it don't got asthma (no asthma)
This rapper got a killstreak, it ain't been five months since my last one (I'm still slidin', blrrrd)
It ain't been five months since my last one (know I'm still slidin')
I got the baddest ho with me, but I'ma pass her (you know she fine)
Fast forward, now you see me on your plasma screen (time flyin')
F&N or twin Glock 19s with the blue beam (blrrrd)
Bitch, I'm big CEO Shiesty, no checkin' me, what you mean? (Huh?)
Little nigga, biggest Glock, I made everybody come clean
Them green tips caught him up in his head, now we see what he think
He wasn't too loud, didn't make a scene
This bitch died before he could blink (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, no blinkin')
This bitch died before he could blink (blrrrrd)
Go and make a crime scene if you wanna get with the team (for thirteen)
Watch my cup when you step, that's like five hundred worth of lean (big drank)
Watched 'em die out with 12 (12), send a prayer, up the beam (P-I-P the beam, real beam)
Send a prayer, up the beam (big beam, go)
Died on the side of me, he overdosed on an RP (on God)
On Dod, I shed a tear every time I think 'bout T the P (P)
But no, I won't display my feelings, that's another side of me (no)
How soon I make it, that shit happen, man, this shit feel make-believe (man)
Ever since then, I ain't been happy and I got all of this cheese
I can't even enjoy it (no)
New Glocks up on my hip, every day, I'm ready to blow it (blrrrd, blrrrd)
They keep blamin' me for bodies, what, I'm just 'posed to ignore it?
Gotta see who in them cars, always clutchin', I'm paranoid (I'm 'noid)
Ain't nothin' like these other rappers, I'm really gon' blow it (blow it)
This AK got a nine-inch blade, that bitch a sword (my blrrrd, my blrrrd)

Ayy, I went lookin' for my own man, couldn't send no one to whack him (big blrrrd)
We caught his ass by the church, left him fixed up for the pastor
This pussy knew his time was comin', they found his ass with a bible
Ain't no way he thought he was gon' get away, this chopper grabbed him (blrrrd)
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Writer: Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Box of Churches

Mhm hmm, mmm, brrr, brrr (We choose to go to the Moon)
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr

Ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face
Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K
Get my round of 'plause, in a couple months I done made a way
I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers
Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js
Though still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a steak
Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac'
Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake

Brrr
Might take this pussy chain, snap it up and go live with it
He try to buy it back, rob him again, my mind different
Know K-D gon' score for me, I gotta keep slime with me
I been up since six, I done made forty racks 'fore 9:50
Just keep pourin' and rollin' up, watchin' the gang from the kitchen
Condo on the stadium, keep goin' up, we finally livin'
And stay up on your Ps and Qs around me, go get on the business
And keep it solid every situation, don't you go to squealin'
B-S-C-G, big Shiesty Gang, don't come around, this shit get sticky
His background check came back today, it say you got booked for your Blicky
Brrr, you done got booked for your Blicky
Backstage, got booked for your Blicky

Brrr, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face
Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K
Get my round of 'plause, in a couple months I done made a way
I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers
Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js
Though still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a steak
Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac'
Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake

Closin' the deal, got a stick in the briefcase (pussy, brrr)
Rob me a rapper, sell the chain on eBay (pussy, pussy)
I don't wanna rap 'bout nothin' but gunplay (straight up, straight up)
Catch him at a light, we gonna leave him on a one-way (21, 21)
Big 4L, I'm the real big (real big)
Dealin' with the law, he a real pig (pussy)
I done f*cked around, had a rubber in my pocket
Said I wouldn't hit raw but I still did (on god)
Glennwood Road where they kill shit (21)
Walk a nigga down with a Kel-Tec (21)
Nigga ain't trust me with his strap
So he took the clip out, he a real bitch (pussy)
I'm from the 6 where they shiesty (pussy)
Leave your man brain on your right knee (pussy)
All these opps got whacked
I know they prayin' that the folks indict me (21)
Bitch, I'm a player, can't wipe me (never)
Never been a ho, not even slightly
When I'm on the road, got a model who Skype me
If I get f*cked up, shawty gon' write me (21)

Brrr, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face
Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K
Get my round of 'plause, in a couple months I done made a way
I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers
Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js
Though still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a steak
Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac'
Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake

Brrr
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Writer: Imran Abbas, Lontrell Williams, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Thomas Kessler
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Making a Mess

Blrrrd (Big Blrrrd, baby)
Big Blrrrd (gang gang)
Blrrrd (Soul Soundz)
My nigga BIG30 in this bitch (Red Dead, you so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
My nigga Shiesty in this bitch (Big Blrrrd)
Slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt

I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (what?)
She hit me back as soon as I text (ugh, ugh)
You think that I'm bustin' the TEC (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual
I told her I don't want sex (sex)
I'm tryna send a load to your address (address)
I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch)
I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah)

It's f*ck you off the rip if you ain't CG or the set, yup (if you ain't CG or the set)
All y'all still gotta go, you ain't gotta line up
It don't matter who next (gotta line up, it don't matter who next)
Catch me with two red twins on side of me like Johnny Test (like Johnny Test)
And the migo I know f*cked up, for pesos, he chop ya flesh (chop ya flesh)
I'm too slow to pour the twelve, I think Wock' was my best invest (Wock', Wock', Wock')
And when it's me, 30, and Veeze, they triple team and choose the threat (choose the threat)
Ho, don't ask what I want for my birthday (ayy), give me what's under your head
No, I can't burn your top for free, need your prescription for the meds
These niggas know I take beef serious
Tryna fake they death, I know they ain't dead (bitch, I know you ain't dead)
375 breed monsters, but we don't come from under the bed (yeah)
Drop the load, niggas know where we at (we at)
Better know shorty shoot shot, all net (shorty shoot shot, all net)
These blue hundreds will open her legs (her legs)
She love when I spray it, it's makin' her wet, blrrrd, blrrrd

I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (her wet)
She hit me back as soon as I text (hit me back as soon as I text)
You think that I'm bustin' a TEC (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
The Glock got a switch, this bitch bisexual
I told her I don't want sex (no sex)
I'm tryna send a load to your address (I'm tryna send a load to your address)
I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (stretch)
I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (a mess, blrrrd)

Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd (blrrrd), that's how we hit the stage (hit the stage)
Burberry my trench, I just performed with a full body K (with that Drac')
These Dominican, I threw her in just to bust on her face (uh)
BIG30 tote thirty, pop her, get flawless gang, Cartier (ice)
Moncler skully, vest is cold, I'm totin' a .357 (a blrrrd)
I'm juggin' these 'bows, finessin' (finesse)
I'm pimpin' these hoes, they sellin' they sex (they sex)
My son ain't even turned three, he got a Rolex, my kid's a flex (he flex)
I go anywhere with this ice around my neck (my necklace), I'm strapped and blessed (get stretched)
Big Glock for my protect, your shit ain't cocked, you strapped for shit (you pluggin')
I took you on a lick, you ain't shoot shit but told a bitch (shoot nothin')
Your job was not to snitch and better not stop this car for shit (you plug)
I told you if you wear your mask, you truly gon' be missed (you f*cked)

I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (blrrrd, what?)
She hit me back as soon as I text
You think that I'm bustin' the TEC
Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual
I told her I don't want sex (sex)
I'm tryna send a load to your address (address)
I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (it stretch)
I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah)

Niggas say they on my neck
How? Nigga ain't try to touch me yet (what?)
If I feel a threat, I'll make sure a nigga breathe no breath, yeah
Nigga gon' diss on the 'net, we gon' pull up to the hood you rep (yeah)
My shorty shoot shot, all net (frrp), my nigga shoot shot, all net (bop)
I'm swervin' off Perkys and syrup, this shit the same color as 30 'Vette (yeah)
That nigga got caught and he talked to the sheriff, he do not deserve respect (what?)
I told her I'm shiesty and slimy, they trust me
I think they ain't heard me yet (can you hear me boy?)
We never gon' aim at your chest, nigga, I hope your vest got a turtleneck (bop)
I told her I just want the head
I don't even wanna get inside the bed with you (nah, no way)
He ran, so we chopped at his back
Now he gotta live his whole life like a vegetable (yeah, f*ck)
I been shoppin' and blowin' a sack
I used to trap in the spot like a Mexican (yeah, for real)
My shorties ain't got no aim
They gon' kill you and every nigga who next to you (shit)

I'm flirtin', it's makin' her wet (what?)
She hit me back as soon as I text
You think that I'm bustin' the TEC
Glock got a switch, that bitch bisexual
I told her I don't want sex (sex)
I'm tryna send a load to your address (address)
I'm cuttin' it, makin' it stretch (yeah, yeah it strech)
I get in the kitchen, I'm makin' a mess (yeah, yeah, skrrt)
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Writer: Caleb McLean, Jorres Nelson, Karon Vantreeze, Lontrell D. Williams, Rodney Wright, Thomas Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE




Choppa Way

Uh, uh, uh (Big blrrrd)
Blrrdd, blrrrd
Ayy, ayy (let's go), ayy

Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face)
Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case (big murder case)
Two choppers and a big-ass thirty, ridin' 'round bumpin', murder day (it's murder day)
We been slidin' for ten days straight (ten days straight)
I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out they chopper fake (they stop sendin' 'em this way)
I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love, how that chopper quake (chopper quake)
I'ma show you how I operate (operate), now come live life the chopper way

Ayy, bitch, I showed you how I operate, now come get with the gang (blrrrd)
We ain't just doing no recruitin', you gotta go work on your aim (blrrrd)
To keep it true, I was just chasin' money, it came with the fame (clout)
And I'm a drug addict like Fredo Ruthless, tote my Fredo Bang (blrrrd)
Yeah, I got rich but stayed the same (the same man)
Just fell asleep in the Mulsanne (the new Mulsanne)
Two new shooters, got no names (no names)
They asked to whack somethin' for they chain (whack some' for a chain)
I told 'em I got them a extra bonus if they hit his brain
I'd just rather chew a Percocet than talk about my pain (yeah, yeah, chew it up, blrrrd)

Yup, I'm goin' up (up), they done let me up in the door (you see me goin' up?)
Been thinkin' 'bout them times I used to rap when nobody had none
Nobody had no faith in me when I was f*cked up down and broke (down bad on my luck)
The whole time I was just sittin' back plottin' to take over the globe (ha, I was plottin' to f*ck 'em up)

Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face)
Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case (big murder case)
Two choppers and a big-ass thirty, ridin' 'round bumpin', murder day (it's murder day)
We been slidin' for ten days straight (ten days straight,)
I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out they chopper fake (they stop sendin' 'em this way)
I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love, how that chopper quake (chopper quake)
I'ma show you how I operate (operate), now come live life the chopper way

CG live like Afghanistan (Afghanistan)
Hit your block with a thousand Dracs (a thousand shots)
Big Shiesty move like Talibans (Talibans)
Always messed up, won't see my face (won't never cut my face)
Chop shoot like a cameraman (camera man)
hollow tip fill up all your space (all your space)
Almost blew my engine doing a race (doin' the dash)
SRT how we got away (and I won't crash)
Always slammin' shit, that's what we on (that's what we on)
They say it's gon' come back one day
It's disrespectful tellin' me, "Be careful"
Know I play the dangerous way
Exotic Gen5 tan and grey (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Throw it off, I get the steamer, violate
Supportin' the opps, get dropped the same way (gang way)
If I tell 'em come, watch they hop out and spray

Everybody claim they demons (they demons)
'Til it's time to go down to they place (go down to they place)
Investigators know what's up, leave out
No, I ain't got shit to say (get the f*ck out my face)
It's CGE forever, one time for my members in the cage
All them snitches gon' get put away, know we whack shit the choppa way (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

Boogers fallin' out my Cartier, new diamonds in the face (they in the face)
Turnin' up on stage 'cause I could be gone for a murder case (big murder case)
Two choppers and a big-ass thirty, ridin' 'round bumpin', murder day (it's murder day)
We been slidin' for ten days straight (ten days straight)
I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
We been slidin' for ten days straight, I couldn't get no sleep 'til the eighth (until the eighth)
Opps ain't never sendin' shots, let me find out they chopper fake (they stop sendin' 'em this way)
I'm cheatin' on my glizzy, I fell in love, how that chopper quake (chopper quake)
I'ma show you how I operate (operate), now come live life the chopper way (the chopper way)
Blrrrd
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Writer: Jorres Nelson, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE




Take a Life

Blrrrd
I don't think you niggas know what it feel like to take a life (they don't know what it feel like)
Made a promise I wouldn't sin no more (ha), but then again, I might (thinkin', shit, I might)
Get heavy traffic in the trap (trap), we be posted up like Dwight (we be posted like Dwight)
And I just sold a four of Actavis (Act', Act'), I'm dead wrong for the price
Quick to blow it, paranoid, even my chopper got a knife (chop came with a knife)
Lil' slimy dude just walked up in the room, she spotted me on sight (she gon' sip me up on sight)
She was cool before we f*cked, this bitch got toxic overnight (she was toxic overnight)
But I can't change it up for nothin' (no), this shit go down, I press that button (blrrrd)

My youngins focused with them sticks, I give a job, they get it done (let's go)
He couldn't make it to the doctor, no hospital when we come (nope)
My trigger finger be itchin' all the way down to my palm (blrrrd)
I just did the spread challenge, runnin' through hunnids on my arm (you see it)
We keep mixin' exotic flavors, we smoke Backwoods 'til we dump (I'm sayin')
But you know I stay on point, quick to walk you down if you run (for sure)
First day locked, I'm makin' bond, it ain't hard to tell we got funds (nope)
Got a Glock .19 up on my hip, this bitch my favorite gun (blrrrd)
Love the way it hit, don't got a kick, I shoot this bitch for fun (this bitch don't got a kick)
I'm 1017, this watch up on my wrist is one-of-one (them diamonds on me hit)
Seven shots come out the drum if you try to reach like you dumb (blrrrd, go)
That lil' killer from the slums, said he promote the murder one (let's go)

I don't think you niggas know what it feel like to take a life (they don't know what it feel like)
Made a promise I wouldn't sin no more (ha), but then again, I might (thinkin', shit, I might)
Get heavy traffic in the trap (trap), we be posted up like Dwight (we be posted like Dwight)
And I just sold a four of Actavis (Act', Act'), I'm dead wrong for the price
Quick to blow it, paranoid, even my chopper got a knife (chop came with a knife)
Lil' slimy dude just walked up in the room, she spotted me on sight (she gon' sip me up on sight)
She was cool before we f*cked, this bitch got toxic overnight (she was toxic overnight)
But I can't change it up for nothin', this shit go down, I press that button (blrrrd)

This shit go down, I press that button (yeah)
These niggas gangster all of the sudden (ho)
Bitch, I know your ass from way back when (way back)
You never stepped on nothin' (never)
All that rappin' shit just yap (just yap)
But you put words together good (you do)
If I take you where I'm from (huh?)
I'm like Obama in my hood (boss)
Yeah, I'm in charge, that's understood (ho)
Drink mud, it help my attitude (mud)
Go ask Pooh about my youngins (mob)
All them boys some shiesty dudes (mob)
No, they never ask no questions (never)
When I call, they get to work (get to work)
Nigga, you don't know what it feel like (huh?)
Have to put them on a shirt (on a shirt)
But that shit there in the past (past)
Yeah, that shit old, don't worry about it (don't worry)
Boy, don't never try to clash (huh?)
'Cause you try us, you gon' get bodied (get buried)
Had to leave your mama sad (sad)
'Cause you wan' cap like you was 'bout it (had to cap)
All these pussy rappers I hear talkin' murder (out here rappin')
That's my logic (fool)

I don't think you niggas know what it feel like to take a life (they don't know what it feel like)
Made a promise I wouldn't sin no more (ha), but then again, I might (thinkin', shit, I might)
Get heavy traffic in the trap (trap), we be posted up like Dwight (we be posted like Dwight)
And I just sold a four of Actavis (Act', Act'), I'm dead wrong for the price
Quick to blow it, paranoid, even my chopper got a knife (chop came with a knife)
Lil' slimy dude just walked up in the room, she spotted me on sight (she gon' sip me up on sight)
She was cool before we f*cked, this bitch got toxic overnight (she was toxic overnight)
But I can't change it up for nothin' (no), this shit go down, I press that button (blrrrd)
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Writer: Daniel Le'nard Tuggerson, Kwame Khalil Brown, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Gone MIA

Mm, mm-mm, blrrrd-blrrrd (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit))
Ayy, ayy, mm, mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd

F*ck it, woke up, I drop a ten (yeah), 'cause it's just how I'm feelin' (feelin')
Very strapped when I'm outta state (strapped), all the shots comin' with me (blrrrd)
Slimeball, coated McLaren, tryna see if it go two-fifty (yeah)
I sipped the whole eight to the face (face), not made but this time I was trippin' (damn)
Ayy, ayy, now maybe this time I was trippin' (yeah)
It ain't no squashin' shit with me, if I took somethin', then deal with it (f*ck 'em)
I'm really livin', not just rappin' (ayy), still active, still spinnin' (spinnin')
She gon' f*ck me off the rip (rip) when she read what's up on this pendant (on God)
The VVS's on me water wet, but don't try to jump in it (nope)
Load up the chop, get in position ('sition), it's time to go handle business (get bus')
And we live off 'em, B-B-A (ayy), that's bankroll, bitches, ammunition (yeah)
Cartier my ETA, can't check the time, these diamonds hittin' (damn, damn, blrrrd)
Can't check the time, these diamonds hittin' (nope)
For my shooter's birthday, I bought him a Glock and a FN (blrrrd)
Big Shiesty for president, they let him in, he's in the industry
He had his taco out, we pushed it back like J.F. Kennedy (hahaha)
Still crazy how we blew up rap and soon I ran outta luck (yeah)
Pop a lid out the gang, this shit was on me if I listen up (listen up)
Got killers in the pen', watch who you talk around, they stick you up (shh)
As soon as I feel uncomfortable, grab the carbon and let it bust (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Amen Trey Day was in middle school with choppers big as us (on God)
The loudest niggas in the room gon' be the first to get hit up (blrrrd)
Know we put niggas in the blender, celebrate with double cup
Turn anaconda for them hunnids, ain't no niggas slime as us
Yeah, I was f*cked up, down bad, they used to put me last (put me last)
I hang by the shooters, who gon' be the one to pass?
These lame-ass niggas actin' gangsta (blrrrd), fakin' like they finna crash
Got sixty thousand, all blues well-secured in this Louis bag
All blues well-secured in this Louis bag (ayy)
It ain't too many niggas that can go back where they grew up at (my shottas)
Know you and all your niggas was rats, just go back where the sewer at (on god)
You cross me once, that's where you die at, no, it ain't no comin' back (no)
Ain't none of you niggas my slimes (slimes), don't come around screamin', "Slatt" (slatt)
Three chains around my neck so I put 1017 on my back (on my back)
So Icy Shiesty, always hittin' up, gon' be hard to look (let's go)
My story like Tony Montana's, I might write a book (write a book)
My F&N sittin' on the counter, watch the camera while I cook (while I cook)
Ayy, go take shiesty out your name, I heard you got your rifle took (you pussy)

Pussy (haha)
Heard you got your rifle took (hahaha), pussy
You f*ckin' pussy (f*ckin' pussy)
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (hahaha, the biggest)
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd (ooh)
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Writer: Lontrell Williams, Nick Seely, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Big 13 Gang

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, Big 13 Gang
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Ayy, let's go, let's go

Draco kickin' no karate (kung-fu), I snuck the Glock in the party
My niggas they go retarded (retarded), dump you like some f*ckin' garbage (garbage)
.223 hit his body, now his ass a trendin' topic (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bullets flyin', niggas hidin', mask on, I'm still robbin'
It's the sitch' you know the bitch, chopper Glocks we got the rich
Hit yo' block up just like that (blrrrd)
You know the rest
Ayy, blrrrd, you know what's next
We fo' deep and we a threat
He say slime and I say set
Matter fact hang where you at

Just threw it in cruise control
Hopin' I don't lose control, tryna send me a text
It's sixty six three like a jet
Shoot you in yo' head gotta hit you two times in yo' chest
Don't know you gon' survive after that
I know yo' mama gon' be cryin' after that (after that)
I know it's gon' be a fish fry after next (after next)
Hit the block ten more times after that
We firin', niggas gon' be dyin' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
This ain't ya time
I drink Henn', don't f*ck with wine
Want water, pour fo's and Sprite (water water)
Two double cup, get some ice (ice)
We finna be lit tonight (tonight)
Skippin' town, takin' flights (let's go)
Still mask up and take a life (let's go)

Gang for life, us three, we play a big part in this shit (big part)
Behind the housin' shit won't work (no)
The chop' I shoot go through the bricks (shoot through)
I put my all up on the line, I still be slidin'
I'm takin' risks (we slidin', we takin' risks)
You better not stop firin' 'til it's empty
Just keep shootin' until it click (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I'm a big snake, you a rat, you know them two won't ever mix (know the two won't ever mix)
Just look at him, he gon' tell (he tellin')
These niggas two times six (nigga a snake, he twelve)
But we got whatever you need, tell Wop what you tryna get (what you gon' get?)
Just look at my clientele, we got different 'za, check the list (huh)
This somethin' you know (let's go)
And there ain't no standin' down, everybody 'round me known to blow (blrrrd)
And ain't no nigga pushed up on us, we the ones who up the scope (yeah)
The opps be talkin' like they slime but I ain't gotta scratch a soul (no)
We caught his ass movin' fast and hit 'em up, he die slow

Blrrrd, blrrrd
We hit 'em up, he die slow (blrrrd)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd,
He die slow, yeah, 13 Gang just so you know
Pullin' out with them Drac', we hoppin' out let 'em blow
Blrrrd, blrrrd, 13, 13 Gang, new, gang
13, blrrrd, new gang
FOE, one, three, the new gang, blrrrd
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Writer: Lontrell Williams, Nile Bey, Reuben Musuluma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Drop Some Shit

(Cook it up dre)
Uh, uh, uh
Hey, I'm flockin' on this joint
This joint so borin'
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Ayy, Free Lil' Hank

Turn my music up and when you listen hold yo' choppers up (ayy hold them choppers up)
If I want you dead, I'm on yo' ass, it ain't no dodgin' us (ain't no dodgin' us)
Indirect the only way them pussies send some shots at us (don't send no shots at us)
Ain't no searchin' the artist, I'm performin' with this chopper tucked (I got the chopper tucked)
Apply too much pressure on opps they send bitches to get you locked
I'm fightin' all these demons, got me feelin' like my blessings blocked
I'm the one who saved the day, I had to think outside the box (think outside the box)
Straight A how we get away, I had to high speed on the opps (skrrt)
Thumbin' through them hunnids, you was scrollin' through my page (scrollin' through my page)
That lil' body f*cked me up, it had me goin' through a phase (see I was goin' through a phase)
Tryna make it out before they try to lock me in a cage (tryna lock me in a cage)
You either give it up or get hit with these buck shots out the gate (boom)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where I go (no), long as the Draco shoot (as long the Draco shoot)
Lay down in your neighbor yard, you ain't at home
I'll wait on you (you ain't at home, I'll wait on you)
Pooh Shiesty you know I play it smart but I got slimey moves ('cause I'm that slimey dude)
CGE secret society, no we can not recruit (we still can't recruit)
I hit the studio and drop a hit after I drop some shit (I drop some shit)
If I ever go up for the shot it ain't no blockin' it (ain't no blockin' it)
I chopped a bitch but I need some info before I drop a bitch (before I drop a bitch)
Got the scoops on everywhere he be, you choose which block they hit (ayy, you choose nigga)
Dead guy, even by myself I'm with them dead guys (I'm with them dead guys)
I didn't like that ho attitude but I can't lie her head fye (can't lie her head was fye)
My eyes red, I'm rollin' GG4 up on in the red eye (we ridin' in the red eye)
Automatic AUG look pretty when them shells fly (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I been on some robbin' shit today, I got my pump with me (I got my pump with me)
And if I flip up off this bridge, I got niggas gon' jump with me (a nigga gon' jump with me)
I'ma step on you before I let a nigga stomp on me (can't no nigga stomp on me)
That tote it in your lap, don't put no chopper in yo' trunk with me (ayy put it in yo' seat)
This ho might look clean but I swear to God this a dirty coupe (ayy this a dirty coupe)
I'm ridin' right or wrong, don't give a f*ck what BIG30 do (whatever he do cool)
Forever f*ck the system they tryna come and take all the troops (they comin', free them troops)
And he the type to square when them people come put that hurt on you
A blind man can see that it's first degree if you play with me (blrrrd)
Coolin' in the A, I'm with some shawts we at the bakery (at the bakery)
Got a bitch for every letter, we can go through A to Z (ayy, go through A to Z)
Who gon' make it through emergency thinkin' bout apein' me? (Ain't no apein' me)

Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd-blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
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Writer: Corey Lamont Smith II, Jerard Palacious, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




See Red

And we all wanna be somethin' (blrrrd)
To help us on our way (mm, mm, mm, Big Blrrrd)
Together we can face another day

Everybody 'round me see red (blrrrd, yeah)
Everybody 'round me got one in the head (blrrrd, yeah, yeah)
Shiesty pulled up shootin', they fled (blrrrd, dead)
Shiesty pulled up shootin', they was tryna fake dead (blrrrd, fake dead)
F*cked up, lemme touch a lil' bread (lil' bread, yeah)
Get too mad and I'll pay for some blood to be shed (yeah)
Nigga, f*ck your gang, you heard what I said (blrrrd)
'Fore you cross me, I'ma sleep on a bunk bed (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Put the Drac' up, I take the carbon instead
Too geeked up (geeked), I'm crossin' 'za with the meds ('za with the meds)
Free Cub, he threw up on the lick, he was scared
He step on shit, be quiet, 'nough said
Shoot first the motto, you know how we play
Them hollow tips hungry, they ate up his leg (ate up his leg)
I was just droppin' shit, look where it lead
Now I'm in the Hills, I can't spell where we stay at

I can't go out like I'm Tony (no), you can't sneak up on me
I got the whole world in my hands (world in my hands)
He saw how we treat the opponents (yup), I'm still undefeated
When we talkin' 'bout an advance ('bout an advance)
Just like the Migos, I slide when I land (slide when we land)
We try to spin through, had to body your mans (bodied your man)
All of my bitches be too slimed in (ayy)
When I say come on you, they bangin' you in (ayy, you in)
Bang with the coolin' kit on the FN (on the FN)
I knew I was gon' catch a body at ten (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Gotta hop out on feet every time that we spin (wan' spin)
Wanna get with my gang, cost death to get in (yeah, yeah)
Try to reach for my chain? You off meth or some med'?
Face shot long range, turn to Steph with the SIG (blrrrd)
Keep focus every time, better ask how it tick (how it tick)
Got a day, goin' out like Pac, I'm Big (I'm Big)
Everybody 'round me buyin' green (let's go)
And we Big C gang, what the f*ck you mean? (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Everybody ain't on my team (blrrrd)
Still posted on the block like I'm Yao Ming (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Chrome Hearts hat with the long sleeves (long sleeves)
In the Rolls-Royce truck blowin' 'za with some freaks
If I want him dead, I just pay, the shit cheap
Keep one in the head, know LA play for keeps (yeah)
Been peeped your gang, shit weak (shit weak)
Can't run it on me, I'm too slimy and neat (no, no)
Ayy, shoutout to TP, he cooked up the beat (cooked up the beat)
Left some tears in the Hills, don't even try that with me
Been done stood front line, real beef (blrrrd)
Tryna slide every day, couldn't eat, shit, sleep (blrrrd, blrrrd)
You know close on 'em my technique (technique)
Gotta buy back the block 'cause I run concrete (I run concrete)

Everybody 'round me see red (Big Blrrrd)
Everybody 'round me got one in the head (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Shiesty pulled up shootin', they fled (they gone)
Shiesty pulled up shootin', they was tryna fake dead (blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
F*cked up, lemme touch a lil' bread (big blrrrd)
Get too mad and I'll pay for some blood to be shed (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, f*ck your gang, you heard what I said (heard what I said)
'Fore you cross me, I'ma sleep on a bunk bed (bunk bed)
Put the Drac' up, I take the carbon instead (carbon instead)
Too geeked up, I'm crossin' 'za with the meds ('za)
Free Cub, he threw up on the lick, he was scared (blrrrd)
He step on shit (blrrrd), be quiet, 'nough said (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Shoot first the motto, you know how we play (ayy, know we play)
Them hollow tips hungry, they ate up his leg (ate up his leg)
I was just droppin' shit, look where it lead (yeah)
Now I'm in the Hills, I can't spell where we stay at (can't spell where we stay at)

No, no
Can't spell where we stay at, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd
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Writer: Lontrell Williams, Nick Seely, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Master P

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Damn
Aw, Tay Keith made this motherf*cker?
I been waitin' on one of these for so f*ckin' long
This is it right here
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

One shot to the head (baow), may he rest in peace (wow)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (ayy, where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)
One shot to the head (baow), may he rest in peace (wow)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)

I just bucked for a deuce of red just to go to sleep (just to get some sleep)
The trap on fire, hop back on my feet soon as my phone beep (move as soon it beep)
Jumped off that porch, fell in that water and that shit got deep (water, it got deep)
We hoppin' out them Jeeps and walk you down, bitch, you know how we creep (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd)
I'm on the phone with lil' Brazy, he screamin', "Slatt" (slatt-slatt)
Niggas don't play, we get 'em whacked, hunnid some shots jump out of MACs, ayy (ayy)
Free all them killers that's on max, them niggas never spoke on wax
Tell 'em free Hank, we need him back, we call him Mr. Double back
We step on Saturdays up in the latest sneakers, ayy (in them Jays)
We upped the score on everybody, ain't no equal, ayy, ayy (no sir, no way)
And ain't no runnin' when I pop out with the cheetah, ayy (blrrrd)
I heard you like to pray to God, well, I'll help you meet him, ayy (say I'll help you meet him, ayy)

One shot to the head (baow), may he rest in peace (wow)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (ayy, where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)
One shot to the head (baow), may he rest in peace (wow)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)

Started rappin', shit done changed up, but I ain't made a dime
So the reason that I'm fresh because I'm fresh from off of slime (I'm fresh)
Ain't no cappin' (no cappin'), I just get up in the yo and speak my mind
Send my lil' nigga to do some work, he ask for overtime
M-O-N-E-Y, gon' chase that shit until the day I die
I can't let up on 'em, but I can let 'em see that fire
It don't matter how I get took out, just get up and go slide
Tell 'em free Luger and Quis, we need them on the other side (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga give me shit, I had to get up and go take
Sold my last bowl the other day, I had to blow some cake
I just might f*ck with the Gucci store 'cause they support the snakes
They was screamin' that it's over when he got hit with them Dracs

One shot to the head (ayy), may he rest in peace (ayy, ayy)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)
One shot to the head (b-baow), may he rest in peace (w-wow)
I'm the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (feel like Master P)
I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain't feel my drink with me (where the f*ck my drink?)
And everybody with me slimed in, yeah, I got snakes with me (we got slimed and we some snakes)

Thought he wasn't gon' fold up on the gang, but he bent (and he still bent)
And I'm gettin' head from these hoes
I know back then she wouldn't have went (know she wouldn't have went)
Ayy, you get more respect when all your bodies be intent (it gotta be intent)
And I'm really 3-0 and I ain't count the hits I sent, nigga
Blrrrd
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Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Twerksum

(Jordan produced it)
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Brrt

Ayy, dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin' (show me that ho work, ayy)
Ayy, that chopper get to shakin' like it twerk or somethin' (if the chopper tryna twerk, ayy)
Just be patient 'til them perkies come (work, work)
You can't come around the spot unless you tryna purchase somethin' (no, no, no, ayy)
It's different killers 'round me each and every day (for sure)
And too much movement can get you shot up in your face (brrt)
They beat a murder case because them boys didn't leave a trace (them boys ain't leave a trace)
I hope this song right here run up some millions in a day, ayy (millions in a day, for sure, for sure)

Ayy, ask about me, they gon' tell you I don't play (nope)
I need my money right away, I don't know how to wait (not today, right now)
Remixin' the 'bows, I filled them halfway up with shake (hahaha)
And that shit was OG, but I charged 'em like it was Cake (slime, slatt, slatt)
You better not send the drops unless that shit for sure (let's go)
And when that D'ussé hit, we get to screamin' out, "Let's go" (let's go)
Know I f*ck on bitches, he gon' hide his ho (hahaha)
And you wasn't in the trap before I got hold to them 'bows (nope, nope, nope, you wasn't, bitch)
All these beams with us, it look like Laser Quest (brrt)
Yeah, I was born rich, I just ain't got my payment yet
They constantly askin' why I ain't signed to a label yet (why? Ayy, why?)
Man, if you wanna scream out, "Brrt," you gotta pay for that (brrt)

Ayy, dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin' (show me that ho work, ayy)
Ayy, that chopper get to shakin' like it twerk or somethin' (if the chopper tryna twerk, ayy)
Just be patient 'til them perkies come (work, work)
You can't come around the spot unless you tryna purchase somethin' (no, no, no, ayy)
It's different killers 'round me each and every day (for sure)
And too much movement can get you shot up in your face (brrt)
They beat a murder case because them boys didn't leave a trace (them boys ain't leave a trace)
I hope this song right here run up some millions in a day, ayy (millions in a day)

We get the work all the way in and move it out (get this shit all the way in and move it out)
I met the plug personally, we never seen a drought (what's a drought? Ayy, what's a drought?)
Young nigga from the city put South Memphis on the map (gon' make it out)
I can't f*ck with other niggas, all they ever do is yap (niggas cap, ayy, niggas cap)
Ayy, ayy, keep it G, you know I'm stickin' to that code (for sure)
And free my main hitters, they can keep the ones who told, ayy (let's go)
Tried to post me on IG, that ho was bold, ayy (she bold)
I seen my man had dumped the clip, then I'm tryna reload, ayy (brrt, brrt)
Nah, I ain't Roddy Ricch, my stick ain't in the box, ayy (nope)
Yeah, I know Muslim killers, shout out to them Ahks, ayy (my Ahks)
And all that woofin' cool 'til you end up on Fox, ayy (13)
Didn't have no gloves up on that mission, so we used some socks, ayy (hahaha)

Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin' (show me that ho work, go)
Ayy, that chopper get to shakin' like it twerk or somethin' (if the chopper tryna twerk, brrt)
Just be patient 'til them perkies come (work, work)
You can't come around the spot unless you tryna purchase somethin' (no, no, no, ayy)
It's different killers 'round me each and every day (for sure)
And too much movement can get you shot up in your face (brrt)
They beat a murder case because them boys didn't leave a trace (them boys ain't leave a trace)
I hope this song right here run up some millions in a day (millions in a day)
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Writer: Jordan Hawkins, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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