Letra de CMO Freestyle - Pooh Shiesty

(Feat. Baby Slime (Rap), BIG30, K Carbon)

(Come on, ayy, TP, come on with this shit, man)

Blrrrd

I said I'm all day in the Wraith, two choppers and a box of blacks

You know I'm ridin' 'round mad, I'm tryna pin somethin' out the MACs

Fast-forward, I ain't on that, I'm tryna kill a nigga with success

But niggas still be playin', give me the urge to go and lay somethin' to rest

I be sick of them weak-ass texts, stop bein' a bitch and be direct

And they know anytime it was static, I ain't never dodge no wreck

Baby, they cut me a ballplayer check, it's emerald diamonds on my neck

Your BD a peon, he ain't on shit, I'm overly loaded, can't say I ain't lit

Shit worth a half of brick on my wrist, I put it on, go post in the trenches

I'm the type of nigga hold a grudge, make you pay blood for my forgiveness

I'm still the same young nigga, I'm forever on that, and I'm forever with it

If I get the drop, just know I'm comin' to pay you a visit

I'm head huncho, I'm 'posed to be focused, frontline on the mission

Baby Slime took somethin' from you, chalk it up, bitch, we can't fix it

You want somethin' back? Pull up on Willett, we tote chopsticks in the trenches

Rose-gold Patek face two-fifty, I leave it on when I go killin'

Quit leavin' footprints in them group chats, puttin' the police in the business

All my members know it's buckin', boppin', robbin', drug dealin'

He tried to tax off of five hundred, he got bucked 'fore he reached glizzy

Want a silencer, but the black market been fucked up for a minute

I want a ton, but the 'bow market been fucked up as of lately

Last night, I got chased by the pigs goin' to pick up some bacon

My lil' crooked-teeth South Memphis ho talkin' 'bout we need some straight

Threw the spikes out, I eased on the curb, got away, bitch, I gave it (Blrrrd, ayy)

Nigga, my earring cost a baby (A baby), I still act like I can't hear (Can't)

Niggas said they smokin' Nuskie (Ooh), we spunt on they ass a year (A year straight)

Hit your function eleven deep, it's twenty-two fullies in here (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

All of us strapped with two switches (Some fullies), everybody screamin' out, "Blrrrd" (Pussy)

Put my gang around my neck (Choppa), I put my city on my back (Bitch)

Niggas better bend they finger, nigga, every four gettin' cracked (On gang)

Nigga, we got an opp, drop off a bag of chips, nigga, them facts (No way)

Pussy, go clean up your block, you damn near died over that snack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This the same house from off of Google Maps, his ass was sweet

Don't believe that shit on IG, nigga, I'm neck-deep in the street (Yeah, dumb-ass nigga)

Poke my chest out when it beat (My chest), nigga, I'm way deep, Tyreek (Rrr, rrr, Tyreek)

Boy, I step on shit for real, go ask all the opps 'bout my feet, nigga (It's Carbon)

If we ain't talkin' 'bout my pussy, then ain't shit else sweet, nigga (Huh?)

Quit askin' when we linkin', I need 30K just to meet, nigga (The fuck?)

Antisocial, I don't fuck with hoes (Uh-uh), I don't greet bitches (Uh-uh)

Shake her ass, never at me in a post (Uh-uh), but I seen her sneak dissin' (Huh?)

Flawless diamonds in my neck and ear (Alright)

In my mansion, I got choppers under chandeliers (Brrt)

You ain't never had no motion, ho (At all), huh, come get near (Bitch)

Quick as you can blink, I'll make your nigga disappear (Brrt, brrt)

We got automatics, tell me who want static (Huh?)

Make your ass lay like a pallet (Ho), bitch, it's up like attics (It's up)

Money-makin' addict, bitch, I'm up off Addys

Last hit I seen got tragic (On God), my lil' niggas crashin' (Fah, fah)

We shoot rrr with a passion, got rid of opps, we was fastin'

I'ma shoot my shot, uh-uh, I ain't passin' (Uh-huh)

My lil' niggas 'nem will shoot a movie, on ma, who's castin'? (Fah, fah, fah)

Day Shiesty met me, I was makin' choppers sing, Tony Brazy (Uh)

Even if it's dirty, never lackin', I put that beef on my sandwich

Blrrrd

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