[Intro: Pooh Shiesty]
Gold Haze on the track
JDFeng keep it swanging and banging
Ayy
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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, blrrd, blrrd, 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
[Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty]
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 never put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably
Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat nigga for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's
When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless
Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin'
Gold Haze on the track
JDFeng keep it swanging and banging
Ayy
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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, blrrd, blrrd, 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
[Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty]
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 never put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably
Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat nigga for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's
When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless
Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin'
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