7.62 God (Reloaded) Letra - Pooh Shiesty ft. BIG30, EST Gee

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 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 Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

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

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

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

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

I'm slidin' with 30, 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 shooter done 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 (I really caught that ho tryna leave her hair, man, this shit does really get crazy, man)

Think my shooter done went deaf or somethin' '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 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 Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

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

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

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' 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 of cancer, 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 lockin' 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 nothin' 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 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 Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

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

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

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

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