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Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Rap
G Herbo
G Herbo
Rap
No More Heroes
No More Heroes
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter:in
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sky Walker
Sky Walker
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DJ Pain 1
DJ Pain 1
Produzent:in
Gold Haze
Gold Haze
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JDFeng
JDFeng
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Aye, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots
And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too major, I pose 'cause the feds watch
Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies
Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark
Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body
I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects
You wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of 'em was garbage
You know I'm slimy as it get, I got all way here off a noggin
And no, I can't put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably
Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat **** for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's
When I pop out like Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
Beside rap, I was gettin' rich regardless
I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of my apartments
Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62s get to sparkin'
Cut the block off, start the traffic
If a car come through, this Drac' gon' park it
Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Aye, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots
And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too major, I pose 'cause the feds watch
So I stay drippin' on the daily, I know them boys clockin' (Ayy, blrrd)
Got a .40 on me right now, I ain't never scared (Never scared, you know that)
I'll shoot this bitch up right now 'cause I never cared (Bah)
Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head
Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some shit I never said
Thinking about my boy, don't sip Rémy, I just pour it
We got blow outs on the score, we couldn't catch 'em so his brother dead
Bring it to your door, spent a milli', ran up four
Big ol' hammer like I'm Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand
Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrrt)
Front line where I stood from your hood, you ain't do shit (Pussy, fuck ****)
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd
Written by: G Herbo, Pooh Shiesty
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