Free Shiesty (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Yeah, I f*ck niggas' bitches
If I ain't hit your ho, I bet Shiesty man got them bricks
Shiesty Man dropped them bitch, yeah, we f*ck niggas' bitches
Ayy, feelin' like I'm gettin' it, you bopped her, BIG30 caught her (I caught her)
I'm choppin' shit, got more hoes than Hugh Hefner and Sauce Walka (slaughter)
I better not do no trickin', dick is all I got to offer (better not)
Baby, this dick ain't free, I'm f*ckin' on the plug daughter
Me, Reckless and Wop got it, I'm masked up with that chopper
My nigga think I f*cked that bitch, nigga, I f*ck on models (stop it)
That ho can't see my dick for nothing, nathan, not even nada (at all)
That nigga never up in Memphis, that mean that it's no way possible (nah)
I'm higher than a baby, I done poured up a Mercedes
I spent so much up on this drank, I get high on the daily
Basic, not 24/7, 25/8
I'm chasing, this purple, this black, and I'm highway racing (purple)
You book me for a show, book this chopper, I'm bringin' that Drac' in
Can't take them guns to fifty states (blrrrd), they goin' to forty-eight then
The other two states, New York and Cali, got a .380
If I don't got that .380, poke 'em up with that blade then (Draco, blrrrd)
Draco, .300 Blackout, Glock with the flatback (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
5.56s, strap with a jugg to knock your hat back (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Had to pull a move out my personal car, can't get the max back (get the max)
That was my low-key car, now my low-key is a Hellcat (a 'Cat)
Diss Nuskie one week, in a couple weeks we got that get-back (get whacked)
TRX, Hellcats, Trackhawks (skrrt, skrrt), and the BP Cadillacs
Lil' kit on everything, no half steppin', got big racks
We gon knock his shit back, tints black if they get back
I just copped the Lamb' truck just to go to the store
In the back seat eatin' lamb chops (with your ho)
Gettin' throat from your ho (ah ha)
Nigga trail us, I'ma blam y'all, no hesitation, blow (blrrrd)
Every time they tried to trail us, we bust a U then score (go)
And the BP, it's a RAM truck, the opps ain't even know
I'm 'bout tired of hittin' they block
That's damn near thirteen in a row (that's thirteen in a row)
Seven times out of thirteen, damn near every time we scored
Damn near every time I blowed, I ain't never duckin' my taco
Oh, you thought this shit was over? (What?)
I ain't even said, "Free Shiesty"
Free Shiesty, I know exactly why niggas don't like me (ha)
If I ain't hit a nigga bitch, I'm knowin' you done striked it (Shiesty)
Turned a sunny day lightening, we struck his ass with that lightening
I don't give a f*ck what venue or what club, I'm gettin' that pipe in
See blood, I get excited, I seen more blood than Mike Tyson
I seen more blood than a tiger, I sweep shit like Tyson Fury
Step on shit, get shit buried, I put shit up in a hurry
Come outside, boy, you ain't tryin' to get f*cked
You on your period (come outside, come outside)
Thought this shit was a game 'til he found out BIG30 serious (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Them switches, they finish shit in a hurry (in the city)
Must've thought I was a rapper
Pussy I'm gettin' shit buried (I'm talkin' 'bout, that boy serious)
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Free Shiesty (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Yeah, I f*ck niggas' bitches
If I ain't hit your ho, I bet Shiesty man got them bricks
Shiesty Man dropped them bitch, yeah, we f*ck niggas' bitches
Ayy, feelin' like I'm gettin' it, you bopped her, BIG30 caught her (I caught her)
I'm choppin' shit, got more hoes than Hugh Hefner and Sauce Walka (slaughter)
I better not do no trickin', dick is all I got to offer (better not)
Baby, this dick ain't free, I'm f*ckin' on the plug daughter
Me, Reckless and Wop got it, I'm masked up with that chopper
My nigga think I f*cked that bitch, nigga, I f*ck on models (stop it)
That ho can't see my dick for nothing, nathan, not even nada (at all)
That nigga never up in Memphis, that mean that it's no way possible (nah)
I'm higher than a baby, I done poured up a Mercedes
I spent so much up on this drank, I get high on the daily
Basic, not 24/7, 25/8
I'm chasing, this purple, this black, and I'm highway racing (purple)
You book me for a show, book this chopper, I'm bringin' that Drac' in
Can't take them guns to fifty states (blrrrd), they goin' to forty-eight then
The other two states, New York and Cali, got a .380
If I don't got that .380, poke 'em up with that blade then (Draco, blrrrd)
Draco, .300 Blackout, Glock with the flatback (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
5.56s, strap with a jugg to knock your hat back (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Had to pull a move out my personal car, can't get the max back (get the max)
That was my low-key car, now my low-key is a Hellcat (a 'Cat)
Diss Nuskie one week, in a couple weeks we got that get-back (get whacked)
TRX, Hellcats, Trackhawks (skrrt, skrrt), and the BP Cadillacs
Lil' kit on everything, no half steppin', got big racks
We gon knock his shit back, tints black if they get back
I just copped the Lamb' truck just to go to the store
In the back seat eatin' lamb chops (with your ho)
Gettin' throat from your ho (ah ha)
Nigga trail us, I'ma blam y'all, no hesitation, blow (blrrrd)
Every time they tried to trail us, we bust a U then score (go)
And the BP, it's a RAM truck, the opps ain't even know
I'm 'bout tired of hittin' they block
That's damn near thirteen in a row (that's thirteen in a row)
Seven times out of thirteen, damn near every time we scored
Damn near every time I blowed, I ain't never duckin' my taco
Oh, you thought this shit was over? (What?)
I ain't even said, "Free Shiesty"
Free Shiesty, I know exactly why niggas don't like me (ha)
If I ain't hit a nigga bitch, I'm knowin' you done striked it (Shiesty)
Turned a sunny day lightening, we struck his ass with that lightening
I don't give a f*ck what venue or what club, I'm gettin' that pipe in
See blood, I get excited, I seen more blood than Mike Tyson
I seen more blood than a tiger, I sweep shit like Tyson Fury
Step on shit, get shit buried, I put shit up in a hurry
Come outside, boy, you ain't tryin' to get f*cked
You on your period (come outside, come outside)
Thought this shit was a game 'til he found out BIG30 serious (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Them switches, they finish shit in a hurry (in the city)
Must've thought I was a rapper
Pussy I'm gettin' shit buried (I'm talkin' 'bout, that boy serious)
Yeah, I f*ck niggas' bitches
If I ain't hit your ho, I bet Shiesty man got them bricks
Shiesty Man dropped them bitch, yeah, we f*ck niggas' bitches
Ayy, feelin' like I'm gettin' it, you bopped her, BIG30 caught her (I caught her)
I'm choppin' shit, got more hoes than Hugh Hefner and Sauce Walka (slaughter)
I better not do no trickin', dick is all I got to offer (better not)
Baby, this dick ain't free, I'm f*ckin' on the plug daughter
Me, Reckless and Wop got it, I'm masked up with that chopper
My nigga think I f*cked that bitch, nigga, I f*ck on models (stop it)
That ho can't see my dick for nothing, nathan, not even nada (at all)
That nigga never up in Memphis, that mean that it's no way possible (nah)
I'm higher than a baby, I done poured up a Mercedes
I spent so much up on this drank, I get high on the daily
Basic, not 24/7, 25/8
I'm chasing, this purple, this black, and I'm highway racing (purple)
You book me for a show, book this chopper, I'm bringin' that Drac' in
Can't take them guns to fifty states (blrrrd), they goin' to forty-eight then
The other two states, New York and Cali, got a .380
If I don't got that .380, poke 'em up with that blade then (Draco, blrrrd)
Draco, .300 Blackout, Glock with the flatback (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
5.56s, strap with a jugg to knock your hat back (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Had to pull a move out my personal car, can't get the max back (get the max)
That was my low-key car, now my low-key is a Hellcat (a 'Cat)
Diss Nuskie one week, in a couple weeks we got that get-back (get whacked)
TRX, Hellcats, Trackhawks (skrrt, skrrt), and the BP Cadillacs
Lil' kit on everything, no half steppin', got big racks
We gon knock his shit back, tints black if they get back
I just copped the Lamb' truck just to go to the store
In the back seat eatin' lamb chops (with your ho)
Gettin' throat from your ho (ah ha)
Nigga trail us, I'ma blam y'all, no hesitation, blow (blrrrd)
Every time they tried to trail us, we bust a U then score (go)
And the BP, it's a RAM truck, the opps ain't even know
I'm 'bout tired of hittin' they block
That's damn near thirteen in a row (that's thirteen in a row)
Seven times out of thirteen, damn near every time we scored
Damn near every time I blowed, I ain't never duckin' my taco
Oh, you thought this shit was over? (What?)
I ain't even said, "Free Shiesty"
Free Shiesty, I know exactly why niggas don't like me (ha)
If I ain't hit a nigga bitch, I'm knowin' you done striked it (Shiesty)
Turned a sunny day lightening, we struck his ass with that lightening
I don't give a f*ck what venue or what club, I'm gettin' that pipe in
See blood, I get excited, I seen more blood than Mike Tyson
I seen more blood than a tiger, I sweep shit like Tyson Fury
Step on shit, get shit buried, I put shit up in a hurry
Come outside, boy, you ain't tryin' to get f*cked
You on your period (come outside, come outside)
Thought this shit was a game 'til he found out BIG30 serious (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Them switches, they finish shit in a hurry (in the city)
Must've thought I was a rapper
Pussy I'm gettin' shit buried (I'm talkin' 'bout, that boy serious)
Writer: Calvin Cane III, Rodney White Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC