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Pooh Shiesty

7.62 God (Reloaded) (Certified Edition Bonus Track)

 

7.62 God (Reloaded) (Certified Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Shiesty Season - 2021)


Yeah
Uh, fuck the opps
Uh, free Shiesty, 7.62 K
Big Blrrrd, the biggest
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Ayy, ayy

Nigga come around me acting gangster, I ain't buying that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firing that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bending corners, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit (Ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (Ho)

I'm sliding with 30, toting a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
Ayy, you remember on that day I shot so fast the fifty bust?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us
Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
Think my shooter done went deaf or something 'cause all he do is stare
My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair

Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare (I really though that ho tried to leave her hair, this shit does really get crazy, man)
Think my shooter done went deaf or something 'cause all he do is stare
My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air (I told y'all on day one that this shit get crazy)
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair (Let's go)

Nigga come around me acting gangster, I ain't buying that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firing that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bending corners, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit (Ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Ayy, he tried to run and hit the gate, left his lil' bitch ass on the fence
The day I go out like a ho gon' be the day they drown a fish
7.62s all through his body, stand over and watch him twitch (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Who can't slide drop-top through the city in the 'Vette with a switch? (Bitch)
Retaliation is a must, he die, it counts to kill his kid (His kid)
We think outside the box, suit up with chops and go spin in the whip (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
.357, Glock 22 shots, the same shells in my SIG (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
He can't rock with us, he run with rat, cooperate with pig (Rat)
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed (Bleed)
Ten of them can die, won't satisfy me, I need twenty-three
Glock with the pin, don't know what gen, fifty round stuffed with RIPs
Hawk the boy down up in this Track', got soul snatchers in this Jeep

Yeah, yeah, it ain't no locking in with us unless we take you on a hit
The opps booked Shiest', but caught the drift
Geeski trailed everywhere they went
I'm the one who linked them E's
We both drop V's, but throw up C's
Thought 7.62s all he needs
And he got shot 'til he couldn't breathe
We the reason for 'em tees
Chopper squeezing, mamas grieving
Know what them three letters mean
The park slimed Flim out for his cheese
First I ran it up off weed
Then I doubled back in skis
It's a hundred racks, they bleed
They wasn't nothing but on their knees
Police better not tell me, "Freeze"
Sell amphetamine in P's
Nigga, my daddy never ratted, police shit run in your genes
I say, "Whack 'em," reason all your artists splattered
Play with me, the real OG
Some real got broke, the ones who don't, some's RIP

Nigga come around me acting gangster, I ain't buying that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firing that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bending corners, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit (Ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (Ho)

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