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Gucci Mane

Pissy

 

Pissy

(album: Breath Of Fresh Air - 2023)


[Gucci Mane:]
Well, damn

[Roddy Ricch:]
Taking all facts, Grandma raised me
I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy, hey

Put on them daisy-do's, show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
All my young niggas know it's some revenue
I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the pelicans
I don't pull up to court for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was looking around for the baddest of bitches
So I had to go out and vet it
If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks
'Cause back in, I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you ain't my relative
The outside of the coupe black, like melanin
I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian, 'cause I got some Australians

Taking all facts, Grandma raised me
I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

[Gucci Mane:]
(Go)
Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (Uh)
Walk big blue stones, like I'm Nipsey (Nip')
I pop champagne, 'til I'm tipsy (Uh)
Still be spending M's in my sixties (Well, damn)
Please don't try the 'Wop, 'cause it's risky
Ain't no mystery in my history (No)
Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah)
Hit with that switchie, shoot 'til it's empty (Go)
Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), car like Zion, before the injury (Ballin')
I ain't broke, you can't fix me (Nah), having power, feeling like 50 (50)
Eastside of the city, where this shit can get really sticky (Sticks)
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (No)
In a yellow coupe, with a yellow bone
With my Jacob on, with the yellow stones (Brr)
White stones, moving Flintstones
Came a long way from a herring bowl (Well, damn)
All started from a mini-phone
I ran it up and my money long (It's long)
Had to take a chance, for two-hundred bands
'Cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Taking all facts, Grandma raised me
I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

[Nardo Wick {Gucci Mane}:]
Neck look pissy, uh, please don't touch, it's risky, uh
My finger itching, uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh
They say we living, uh, I say "We ain't lived enough"
They say we did it, uh, I say "We ain't did enough" (Brr)
I don't hang with sheep (Uh-uh), I pull up, Lamb'
I interrupt his sentences (Huh?), before he can talk blind (Grrah)
Cook a whole thirty-seven (Uh), she hate when I call her mine (Don't do that)
She gave me head for a hour, her coochie say "Well, damn" {Well, damn}
I got your bitch on the leash (Yeah), she don't ever get too far
She make you fuck in the bed, she let me hit in the car
Please stop blowing her up, she with me, yeah, see you tomorrow
She say her wishes to me, she know I'm a shooting star (Grrah, grrah)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Taking all facts, Grandma raised me
I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

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