Pissy Lyrics
Taking off face, Grandma raised me
I’m from the westside where it gets sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits
I got Elliot like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes
Show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
All my young n***** know is some revenue
I’m Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans
I don’t pull up to court for no settlements
All white in the coupe looking jelly
We was looking around for the baddest of bitches
So I had to go out and vette it
If they say they want smoke I got all of the Glocks
‘Cause back then I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you ain’t my relative
The outside of the coupe black like melanin
I feel like I’m Dan Bilzerian ’cause I got some experience
Taking off face, Grandma raised me
I’m from the westside where it gets sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits
I got Elliot like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Big yellow cuban on and it’s pissy
Rock big blue stones like I’m Nipsey
I pop champagne till I’m tipsy
Still be spending M’s in my sixties
Please don’t try to walk because it’s risky
Ain’t no mystery in my history
Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese
Hit with that switchy, shoot till it’s empty
Rich just did a 360
Ball like Zion before the injury
I ain’t broke, you can’t fix me
Having power, feeling like 50
East side of the city where this shit could get really sticky
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets I ain’t really picky
In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones
White stones with my Flintstones, came a long way from a herringbone
All started from a minute phone, now I ran it up and my money long
Had to take a chance with 200 bands ’cause my country boy had a trailer home
Taking off face, Grandma raised me
I’m from the westside where it gets sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits
I got Elliot like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Man, it look pissy, uh
Please don’t touch, it’s risky, uh
My finger itchy, uh
Make my Glock get busy, uh
They say we litty, uh
I say we ain’t lit enough
They say we did it, uh
I say we ain’t did enough
I don’t hang with sheeps (Nuh-uh)
But I pull up Lamb’
I interrupted the sentence
Before he could talk, blam
Cougar ho thirty-seven
She hate when I call her man
She gave me head for a hour
What Gucci say, well damn
I got your bitch on a leash
She don’t ever get too far
She make you fuck in a bed
She let me hit in a car
Please stop blowing her up
She with me, you’ll see her tomorrow
She say her wishes to me
She know I’m a shooting star
Taking off face, Grandma raised me
I’m from the westside where it gets sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits
I got Elliot like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy