Ill shoot this b up right now lyrics

(Gang in this bitch)
(Hold on, I got Lil’ Mally in here with me)
(Hold on, OZ in this bitch, Milticket in here, Sizzle in this bitch)
(Where we at right now?)
(Miami)
(We got Dade in here)
(Hold on, 4nem)
(Gang)

We got real guns in this bitch
Real thugs in here
We off real drugs in this bitch
My little pocket rocket
It fit like a glove in this bitch
And we real deep in here
It’s real snug in this bitch
Bitches huggin’ us and shit
‘Cause we got love in this bitch
And you better watch your mans
‘Cause we’ll bug in this bitch
Smokin’ bud in this bitch (Exotic)
Havin’ ones in this bitch (Throw ’em)
Real bloods in this bitch
My big cuz in this bitch
Big rocks in this bitch
It’s no VS1’s in this bitch
I got water everywhere
Nigga, it’s a flood in this bitch (Aye)
What’s good with it bitch? (Huh)
My whole hood in this bitch
4nem drinkin’ liquor
Now ain’t no more woods in this bitch
Man, we good in this bitch
It’s bankrolls in this bitch
I’m too rich to talk to one of these stank hoes in this bitch
Dress code? Man, I got on white lows in this bitch (G Fazos)
Nigga disrespect me we gon’ light holes in this bitch
Been the man, I been the man (Bitch)
Got rich ain’t get advanced
Bentaygas whippin’ lambs
I’m up top like the ceiling fan (Bitch)
I stayed down and made it happen
Now I’m staying rich (Rich)
Youngest nigga in my hood
Who you playin’ with nigga? (Fuck you playin’ with?)

Boss shit (Boss shit)
Wrist a hundred bands shit (Wrist a hundred bands shit)
If it’s me or him, the bitch know who she stayin’ with (Come on)
Hustler, give her shit, hope she could handle it
Bitch, it’s lit, I got one thousand bows in transit (Uh)
Bitches quit so much I gotta take advantage (Take advantage)
Interstate we had a thousand hoes in Kansas (Thousand hoes in Kansas)
So much money yo own family can’t stand it (Yo own family can’t stand it)
And my son gon’ be a king
Can’t help it he was born in this shit (Born in this shit)
He got VVS’s, baby foreigns in his shit (Foreigns in his shit)
Gucci, Fendi shoes, he ain’t worn in his shit
Yeah, his daddy rich (Daddy rich)
Big ol’ yellow diamonds look like corn in my shit

Bank accounts rich
Need more M’s in this bitch (More M’s)
Ballin’ need a mansion with a rim in that bitch (With a rim)
Fuck some Louboutins, my bro wore Timbs in this bitch (Had on Timbss)
Makin’ movies, we’ll shoot a film in this bitch (Huh)
Hoes choosin’, man, they pullin’ limbs in this bitch (Damn)
Dickie fit kit, Soulja Slim in this bitch (Brrt)
My broski with what I’m with like my twin in this bitch (Like my twin)
Got some niggas who fresh out the pen in this bitch (Out the pen)
I got some niggas throwin’ up the fin in this bitch (Up the fin)
I know some niggas reppin’ B.D.N in this bitch (B.D.N)
I hear some niggas yellin’ G.D.N in this bitch (G.D.N)
I’m with some niggas that ain’t posed to be up in this bitch (Posed to be in here)
Fine bitches gettin’ in for free up in this bitch (Damn)
Got broke niggas fuckin’ up they re-up in this bitch (Ha-ha)
Niggas see the opps , they playin’ D up in this bitch (Playin’ D up in this bitch)
But ain’t nobody got no smoke with me up in this bitch
(G Herbo, Aye)

Pooh Shiesty, No More Heroes , G Herbo

G HerboG Herbo 

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(Gold Haze on the track)

Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin' knots
And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, brr, brr, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too major, I pose 'cause the feds watchin'
Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies
Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark
Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body
I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects
You wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of 'em was garbage
You know I'm slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin
And no, I can't put out my fire, that's a never, not even probably
Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat niggas for flodgin', leave your head like Dennis Rodman's
When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless
I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of my apartments
Everybody keep on yappin' 'til them .62 get to sparkin'
Cut the block off, stop the traffic
The cops come through, this Drac' gon' park it
Brr, brr, big brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr

Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin' knots
And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, brr, brr, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too major, I pose 'cause the feds watchin'
So I stay drippin' on the daily, I know that them boys clockin'(brr)

Got a .40 on me right now, I ain't never scared (never scared, know that)
I'll shoot this bitch up right now 'cause I never cared (bah)
Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head
Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some shit I never said
Thinking about my boy, don't sip Remy, I just pour it
We got blow outs on the score, we couldn't catch 'em so his brother dead
Bring it to your door, spent a milli, ran up four
Big ol' hammer like I'm Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand
Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it (grrt)
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (skrt)
Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain't do shit, pussy (f*ck nigga)
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, big brr, brr

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Written by: Azeez Alaka, Herbert Wright, Justin Feng, Lontrell Williams, Marius Banks, Pacal Bayley

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