Like 34 & 8
Pooh Shiesty, Gucci Mane
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(Ear Drummers) (Mike WiLL- Mike WiLL Made-It) We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan And I just put some cheese on his head like a Pakistan (well, damn) Shiesty, that's my Kobe Bryant, ain't no way I'm tradin' the man (Shiesty) Don't try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (wow) They say I'm a sex symbol, they say I'm a ladies man (huh?) Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with Dapper Dan (it's Gucci) It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faint We be everywhere you ain't, I go everywhere you can't I send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (drink) Doin' time, it make you think, got you clutchin' on your shank He said he gon' rob who? (Who?) That's like tryna rob a tank That's some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drank (well, damn) You just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it's paint Say you wit' it, but you ain't, not a sinner, you a saint I'ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your pimples and temple You deep in that water and you don't know what you into (no) Gunners on the way, why you sayin' what you fittin' to? We gon' make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (go) This just left a dent, he can't run from what I sent 'em Niggas jumpin' clique, they don't even want to befriend ya (well, damn) Niggas come to kill you and they didn't come to end ya Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin', "I surrender" (quit) Niggas ain't ridin' for you, don't want to revenge you (sad) Thought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (swore you was a) Heaven or Hell, can't decide where I'ma send ya (ayy, let's go, let's go) T-shirt with your face is the way they gon' remember (ayy) (Wop) Big blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, big blrrrd'll make your favorite robber give it up I'm just chillin' with your B-M, she said she wish it weren't two of us Havin' threesomes at the gym, bad bitches galore, ladies linin' up All the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from us In a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huh All-black booty Draco with the wood, can't name a bitch fine as her Hood baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of ZaZa Ain't gotta be brave, then a Arab be thinkin' 'bout comin' and tryin' us I told Wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tucked I had bold niggas that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed up And they better not say shit after this, I'ma come through and finish 'em Man, f*ck that, I'm tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers up I knew I ain't get the headshot but the f*ck you mean I grazed 'em? (Huh?) Swear the Lord had to be with that baby-ass lil' boy, that day, He saved 'em Okay, slime rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradle I come get you 'fore you clap me, Shiesty put shit in the newspaper Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeah Every day a new hater, yeah, every day a new opp I got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked? Ayy, BIG30 team don't give out passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx Every day, new high speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc Won't ever pull over, no way, it's a gold box behind my Glock Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Ho talkin' 'bout sendin' her a jet, send back a one-way flight with Spirit Yeah, I be rappin', but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelry Lay in yo' your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can't see or can't hear me I said, "It ain't no runnin' from that fire," know I'm comin', them niggas fear me Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, two Dracs, and like four glizzies, one MAC In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin' whacked Throw the lob up to Wop like Kobe and Shaq Word around town, they be takin' your sack Ayy, F&N choppers and Glocks when I move Don't come around with them jammin'-ass ProMags Ayy, pour up a pint, I ain't lettin' it last Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass (Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass)
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Written by: Ernest Day Jr., iWeirdo, Lontrell Williams, Michael Williams, Radric Davis
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