Letra de JPay & CorrLinks - Pooh Shiesty

Let's go, Ramone

Fuck that, let's go, TP, turn this shit up

Stamp that, nigga, really, really turn this bitch up, nigga, turn the ho up

Yeah, alright, nigga

Nigga, I don't need no ho to help me

Ain't got nothin' to offer but pussy, she just wanna ride for free

Can't let her beat me out my dick, can't cuff no ho ain't rich as me

Turn my lil' ho to my bitch, I should've left her as my freak

Liked it better when she had tricks, she used to sneak with me

Give me lip service for breakfast, Charlamagne, Angela Yee

Bitch, I wear these pants, play your role, bitch, quit naggin' me

'Rari truck, big shit on my neck, ain't no avoidin' me

Your bitch looked up your net worth, this bitch really look up to me

She keep up with guns, them members tote and gon' throw for me

Every foreign car and ho I get gotta see Cane Creek

I wrap all my chains around the fire hydrant on Willett Street

If I let her rock that Richard when we fuck, then she unique

I turned into Michael Phelps when that water got real deep

This a striker, it been on for days, it ain't got no key

Hank went state when I went fed, he JPay, I'm CorrLinks

Love to put shit in that trick bag, watch who next I rock to sleep

Heard he say he gon' knock off my dread as soon as I hit the street

Cut the sheet to tote my lock, but my shank built up in the sink

I just served a nigga five scripts and thirteen IDs

High-speed, ride with me, baby, we gon' get away

Doin' time, I'm a king, smokin' plenty caps a day

CMO carved in my face, I pray to Lil T twice a day

He was real imposter, slidin' fake, I felt it in his face

So I blew up that hot nigga, but his paperwork was straight

He told before in the state, it was on a formacy case

After that, put him on IG, rat emoji on his face

Got the drops, I heard he landed at Polak the other day

Goin' out of bounds, tryna catch up with bruh, out here with that Drac'

Bitches gave Hank eighteen years, we meet on FaceTime every day

If I could do half of it with him, shit, I'm signin' right away

'Til that time come, we gon' keep poppin' and puttin' it in they face

All these niggas drop they nuts on 30, swear to God, they played

Cuz, I swear to God, I don't know why nigga throwin' techs in the game

Cuz, I swear to God, I don't know why all these niggas be movin' lame

Rolls-Royce umbrella, two Berettas, bitch, bold in the rain

I can't wait to turn my codies up, lil' D. Rose and Bank

Nigga, free Hank, nigga, free Clyde and Keith, free Murda, free the gang

Free Woo Brazy, free D. Rose, free Cole Murda, free E Banger

Free that pussy nigga, don't crop him out the picture, I'ma paint him, nigga

I'm a gangster, all angles, rose gold Hellcat Durango

Young and dangerous, twistin' fingers, been everywhere they said I can't go

Bullets rainin' through your poncho, front and backend, all huncho

I'm in the car watchin' for undo while lil' bruh 'nem in the gun show

I can't never go like them

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