Bobby Shmurda - Shyste Time lyrics

[Hook] They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died Look around b**h, it's shyste time But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas With his .45 and a couple Haitians b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking Don't make King County have another patient Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians No green card don't call immigration [Verse 1] I'm on the road to the money, b**h I keep 'em chasing No conversation with these b**hes, see these b**hes later I'm racing to the shmoney that's my destination Lajan lo, I let Bob translate Black on black Audi thats my transportation b**h act like I'm fronting b**h no hesitation No one-on-one with the squad, ho, no isolation I'll have you on the doctor table getting operations Oh yeah my highs with the sh**s, that's cooperation And we don't tell the cops sh**, no corroboration (not at all) Oh yeah it's shmoney on my mind, that's my occupation Oh yeah my Shmurda in this b**h that's why them guns was sprayin' Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard I get that shmoney b**h I bust that shmoney dance now she on a shmoney dick Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard I get that shmoney b**h Oh you ain't heard, you ain't heard she on that shmoney dick Got a pocket full of shmoney like a pocketful I got a pocketful of crippies that'll pop it to you I got a pocketful for a n***a, got a pocketful And they buy out the bar when they want to [Hook] They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died Look around b**h, it's shyste time But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas With his .45 and a couple Haitians b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking Don't make King County have another patient Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians No green card don't call immigration [Verse 2] Its Kokaine time when I'm in the field With my shooters b**h it's game time See a f** n***a, open fire, I don't aim mine (why not) Let that thing fly, we hitting n***as with the same nine Who let a word fly, all my n***as do the same time I hit that a** with the same nine When Jordan went and hit that hang time And Monte went and he just banged five Quato caught a f** boy and he slang nine Even Sha Sha gave it up, I heard he slang fire Larry Bird that's that shooter, he get face time All my n***as in the field, b**h the gang nine We making 'Kane smile [Hook] They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died Look around b**h, it's shyste time But shyste ain't dead, he just went to Vegas With his .45 and a couple Haitians b**h you ain't ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking Don't make King County have another patient Harlem Zoes I brought with me, b**h them n***as Haitians No green card don't call immigration