Foreva Shiesty (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
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๐ Lyrics
(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)
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)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.93] (Ayy, run that shit up Chase)
[00:15.06]
[00:26.31] Ayy
[00:28.36] Ayy
[00:29.02] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[00:32.88] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[00:36.72] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[00:40.47] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[00:44.09] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[00:47.20] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[00:50.67] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[00:54.60] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down
[00:59.43] Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby", that's the past tense
[01:03.22] Sad to choose, now you're back, you played, bitch it's over with
[01:06.91] Twenty rocks, VVS, crack a smile, Aquafina
[01:10.48] Said back on sippin' Keke Palmer purp turn me to a demon
[01:14.21] Scratch off in that Benz coupe, pour under shots of twenty blues
[01:18.05] One too many times, I feel this tension, choppers shake the room
[01:21.85] Married to the street, give fan the curve, but I still jump the broom
[01:25.55] Seventy-five a eighth, this ain't no zaza, it's that silver spoon
[01:28.95] Top shelf, I like to pourin' up popaine fuckin' up my health
[01:33.68] Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch myself
[01:36.82] Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug just send it here
[01:40.62] Collect calls ain't enough time, free my niggas outta jail
[01:43.53] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[01:47.19] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[01:51.03] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[01:54.80] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[01:58.53] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[02:01.64] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[02:05.08] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[02:09.07] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down
[02:13.05] My draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head
[02:17.19] Bitch, I hit the Don Thotta, still won't answer to the Fed
[02:20.83] On my side is cold and regulation, you know how we pled
[02:24.58] Two hundred thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the med
[02:28.36] I made all this shit out the trappies, I did both flow in and out
[02:31.96] Go get the hoe out the suburbs and make her post up in the south
[02:35.63] Turn the thang up inside the white bitch, ninety K up in my mouth
[02:39.35] The ATL brand in the spot took like 90K out the couch
[02:43.34] All the lit we stuck for light is still the same niggas from the south
[02:46.70] We vacuum seal all the pain, make sure that the smell ain't leaking out
[02:50.47] Addicted to that, tap in with me when I'm up in your town
[02:54.17] We ain't no rookies, I ain't no John Moran, twelve shots gon' shut 'em down
[02:57.91] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[03:01.69] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[03:05.55] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[03:09.22] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[03:12.93] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[03:16.02] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[03:19.47] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[03:23.49] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down (brr)
[03:28.90]
[00:15.06]
[00:26.31] Ayy
[00:28.36] Ayy
[00:29.02] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[00:32.88] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[00:36.72] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[00:40.47] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[00:44.09] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[00:47.20] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[00:50.67] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[00:54.60] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down
[00:59.43] Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby", that's the past tense
[01:03.22] Sad to choose, now you're back, you played, bitch it's over with
[01:06.91] Twenty rocks, VVS, crack a smile, Aquafina
[01:10.48] Said back on sippin' Keke Palmer purp turn me to a demon
[01:14.21] Scratch off in that Benz coupe, pour under shots of twenty blues
[01:18.05] One too many times, I feel this tension, choppers shake the room
[01:21.85] Married to the street, give fan the curve, but I still jump the broom
[01:25.55] Seventy-five a eighth, this ain't no zaza, it's that silver spoon
[01:28.95] Top shelf, I like to pourin' up popaine fuckin' up my health
[01:33.68] Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch myself
[01:36.82] Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug just send it here
[01:40.62] Collect calls ain't enough time, free my niggas outta jail
[01:43.53] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[01:47.19] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[01:51.03] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[01:54.80] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[01:58.53] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[02:01.64] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[02:05.08] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[02:09.07] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down
[02:13.05] My draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head
[02:17.19] Bitch, I hit the Don Thotta, still won't answer to the Fed
[02:20.83] On my side is cold and regulation, you know how we pled
[02:24.58] Two hundred thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the med
[02:28.36] I made all this shit out the trappies, I did both flow in and out
[02:31.96] Go get the hoe out the suburbs and make her post up in the south
[02:35.63] Turn the thang up inside the white bitch, ninety K up in my mouth
[02:39.35] The ATL brand in the spot took like 90K out the couch
[02:43.34] All the lit we stuck for light is still the same niggas from the south
[02:46.70] We vacuum seal all the pain, make sure that the smell ain't leaking out
[02:50.47] Addicted to that, tap in with me when I'm up in your town
[02:54.17] We ain't no rookies, I ain't no John Moran, twelve shots gon' shut 'em down
[02:57.91] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
[03:01.69] Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
[03:05.55] Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
[03:09.22] Used to throw me curve balls, now it's why I ain't text her yet
[03:12.93] I ain't no trust fund, we got bags in the law
[03:16.02] Designer fabrics, far from regular, this shit on me call
[03:19.47] Jet put VV's in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
[03:23.49] Too real rich for this, ain't doin' no tusslin' I'm shooting your ass down (brr)
[03:28.90]