7.62 God Letra - Pooh Shiesty

(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

(TP, baby)

Ayy

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' 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 shooters, they went deaf or somethin', '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

Think my shooters, they went deaf or somethin', '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

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day

Shooters ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray

Calmly burnin' these 'Woods, I been smokin' Runtz to the face

Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape

Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape

Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped

Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape

Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's

Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays

Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way

Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A

Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac'

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Lil' bitty bitch, brr

We gon' do a... on a nigga, ayy

Sixty shots up in this chop, tryna hit thirty, nigga, ayy

I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you

Brr