Retch - Shiesty lyrics

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Retch - Shiesty lyrics

[Intro: RetcH] Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, yeah, yeah Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: RetcH] Fly to Aruba to lay in the sand, pull up with grams like we tryna meet your mans ni**as so heavy, this stick that I skrt, my face clearin' up, I ain't fu*kin' with syrup Count up the green, I been smokin' on purp, wish I was there when my ni**a got murked Wish I was there when [?] had died, the Wraith or the 8, it be hard to decide Say that she remember the ni**a's disguise, these hoes ain't one hundred, don't tell me no lies Might stay and kick it, depend on the vibe, tell she wan' fu*k by the look in her eyes I get her brackin', she wipin' her eyes, I just need me a slice of the pie Broski on point and he strapped with the fire, Givenchy, Givenchy, b*tch wanna slide Tell she ain't fu*ked with real ni**as before, ni**as gon' hate, but as long as you know Be grateful for life and get paid in the process, and if you don't know, then acquire the knowledge Don't follow that b*tch 'cause she posted some nonsense, I seen a ni**a been losin' the projects I seen a ni**a get killed over nothin', not talkin' paper, then what we discussin'? [Chorus: RetcH] ni**as shiesty, b*tches two faced, huh, carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh Tip the valet with a blue face, huh, goin' up all on a Tuesday, huh Might fu*k a b*tch in a Hummer, huh, I call the plays like a gangster, huh You ain't on sh*t, you a runner, huh, you ain't on sh*t, you a runner ni**as shiesty, b*tches two faced, huh, carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh Tip the valet with a blue face, huh, goin' up all on a Tuesday, huh Might fu*k a b*tch in a Hummer, huh, I call the plays like a gangster, huh You ain't on sh*t, you a runner, huh, you ain't on sh*t, you a runner [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] MAC-11, not no shoestring, shootin' rockets, teammate Yao Ming Fiends askin' for a wakeup, cut the Cookie, clean the shake up Big faces, ni**a, Jacob, MAC fix a ni**a face up You ni**as act fake tough, Glock .40 make you break up Get it crackin' like mirrors and bottles, keep it hotter, then we shoot up your momma Shotta blocka, smoke ni**as like Rastas, you imposter, turn your head to lasagna fu*k on model, make her eat me like pasta, King Mufasa, like Hakuna Matata fu*k your honor, that persona my imposter, catch a opp and open chests like a doctor You ain't trappin', you a runner, keep on yappin', get you done up Get to clappin' with my gun out, big old MAC, it like my diamonds Wintertime, I got the burner, turn your block into the summer Xannys, cabbage, and Madonna, servin' grammies in the Honda [Chorus: RetcH] ni**as shiesty, b*tches two faced, huh, carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh Tip the valet with a blue face, huh, goin' up all on a Tuesday, huh Might fu*k a b*tch in a Hummer, huh, I call the plays like a gangster, huh You ain't on sh*t, you a runner, huh, you ain't on sh*t, you a runner ni**as shiesty, b*tches two faced, huh, carbon rifle with the shoelace, huh Tip the valet with a blue face, huh, goin' up all on a Tuesday, huh Might fu*k a b*tch in a Hummer, huh, I call the plays like a gangster, huh You ain't on sh*t, you a runner, huh, you ain't on sh*t, you a runner