Hotboy Wes and Gucci Mane - Shiesty Way
(LowLowTurnThatUp)(Winners Circle)
(Damn, Yak)
When you jump out, feel my SRT
Just know your life at stake (your life at stake)
I might lose my life the day I'm livin' life
The shiesty way (the shiesty way)
Strapped up with this dope
Hope them white folks don't run my licence plate (don't run my-)
Made it out with music
Mama thought I threw my life away (she thought I threw my life-)
My granny was an addict
My daddy ass was absent (he gone)
In the gutter, where we was trappin' (we trappin')
Now it's double-Gs on my jacket (my jacket)
These fuck niggas ain't my fabric
I don't fuck with a nigga, I'm taxin' (no)
John Wick with the stick, no lackin' (bah, bah, bah)
He a bitch, send the blitz like Madden (like Madden)
Pull up in something, it look like I can not afford it (skrrt)
Strapped with a rocket, my pockets on Norbit (big bag)
That my lil' bitch, she be scammin' shit out
Finna slam her for forgin' (ayy)
This ain't no rap, this a street nigga poetry
When I was twelve, my first stick was a tourist (bah, bah, bah)
Been rappin' 'bout work, I'ma stick to the story
Fly out to Cali and get me a forest (forest)
Get me a stick in my mama name (mama name)
Growl like the bitch from the hunger pains
I'm from a street like the Hunger Games (Hunger Games)
They gon' get low when that llama bang (bah, bah)
Dope in the cash 'fore the commas came
Dope in the cash when the commas came
Spin a block, 'cause a opp think it's fun and games
When we split 'em, we grill 'em, like Johnny Dang
Night-night, baby, night-night (night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (ice bright)
Nice white for the right price (right price)
Writin' kites to niggas doin' life (free my dawg)
Free all my Locs in the jail cell (free 'em)
Fuck on your ho, holla, "Farewell" (farewell)
Used to trap with a strap in the stairwell
And the bricks, way they spin like a ferris wheel?
You'd rather fuck on a ho' 'fore you charge her a fee
I'm where the warriors be
I was down deep like a shark in the sea (shark in the sea)
Turned to a star, spent a car on my teeth
I like to rob and go hard on the beat
Mama so pussy, my father was street
My brother a hooligan, he used to harbor a fugitive
He took them targets for me
Glizzy gon' bark, you can't argue with me
Sixes on sharp when I park in the street
In my apartments, they snort it for cheap
Told the carpenter, "These niggas ain't targetin' me"
Showin' what workin' shit really mean
I was broker than a bitch but had bigger dreams
On the porch, stickin' dope in Amiri jeans
Couldn't spell that good, but I bet I could count
Mama on dope, used to smoke up the stamps
I was stuck in the rain but came out like a champ
Put the dope in the pot, make it loud like a cramp
On the block, sellin' dust, I was up like a vamp (I was up)
Young nigga hell, better ask 12, I make the law do a leg race
Spin on they residence, wrap it in red tape
Can't leave the post, sellin' dope on the leg brace
I gotta get me a mil' for the fast tape
'Fore I heard Money Bagg, I was a fed baby
You should've seen what I did for them dead faces
Shit that I did for them dead faces
Night-night, baby, night-night (night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (ice bright) (huh)
Nice white for the right price (right price)
Writin' kites to niggas doin' life (free my dawg) (go)
I come from the gutter, the heart of the Cresc'
My daddy was drunk and my mama was stressed (mama)
Trappin' all night, at the top of the set
Made me go to sleep late, end up flunkin' the test
Had to stop gamblin', started to invest
When my partner got killed, it was hard to digest (damn)
Trippin' on lean make me really regress (lean)
Like a jacker with money, my life was a mess (woah)
Say you a shooter, not really impressed
Flooded my crew with invisible sets (clean)
Rollies and APs, baguetties, baguettie
We ballin' like Brady without the confetti
Thinkin' it's checkers but really it's chess
I'm livin' my life without any regrets
I was a jit with a vest and a TEC (graow)
Stop playin' with Wop, that's like Russian Roulette (huh?)
Moved on to Wop with the stocks and the jet
Not the same Wop with the Glock in the 'Vette (no)
I was dead broke, I knew I would be rich (yeah)
I peeped from the jump, I knew you was a bitch (you)
Gloves on his hand, he ain't leavin' a print
Free all my hitters, I need 'em out quick (free 'em)
Bogus ass charges ain't makin' no sense (nah)
They gave him a ligt so he jumped in the fence (go)
Night-night, baby, night-night (night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (ice bright)
Nice white for the right price (right price)
Writin' kites to niggas doin' life (free my dawg)
Written by:
Wesley Lewis, Radric Delantic Davis
Publisher:
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