Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick)

Hey, bro. Well, what that is? What that? Do not get the concept? Taking off Fades, grandma raised me I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And my four wheels Come with road kiss I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off It ain't no way you could diss me 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 niggas know It's 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 look Angelic We was looking around for the baddest Bitches So I had to go out and vet It If they say they want smoke, I got All of the Glocks If 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 Damian 'cause I got some Spaniards grandma raised me I'm from the Westside Where it get sticky And my four wheels come With road kiss I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off It Ain't no way you could diss me 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 'til I'm tipsy Still Be spending M's in my sixties Please don't try To walk 'cause it's risky Ain't no mystery in My history Had to turn that boy into a Switchy Flip with that switchy, shoot 'til it's Empty Wrist just did a three-sixty Ball like Zion Before the injury I ain't broke, you can't fix Me Havin' power, feelin' like 50 East side of The city where this shit can get really sticky Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really Picky In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone With my Jacob on with the yellow stones White Stones, woman Flintstones Came a long way from a Hair and bone All started from a mini phone Now I ran it up in my mind alone Had to take a chance for two hundred bands 'Cause my country boy had a trailer home Taking Off Fades, grandma raised me I'm from the Westside Where it get sticky And my four wheels come With road kiss I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, cut the corners off It Ain't no way you could diss me Got the Yellow gold, I got the yellow stones And my Wrist and ring, it look pissy Neck look pissy, Uh Please don't touch, it's risky, Uh My finger itchin', uh Make my nigga 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, bruh pull up, Lamb I interrupt his sentence before he can talk Blam Cook up thirty-seven, she hate when I call Her ma'am She gave me head for an hour, What Gucci say? What dam I got your bitch On a leash, she don't ever get too far She make you fuck in the bed, she let Me nut in the car Please stop blowin' her Up, she with me, yes, she a tomorrow She Say her wishes to me, she know I'm a Shootin' star Taking off Fades, grandma raised me I'm from the Westside where it get sticky And My four wheels come with road kiss I got Elliott like I'm Missy Stack my bread up, Cut the corners off It ain't no way you Could diss me Got the yellow gold, I got The yellow stones And my wrist and ring, it Look pissy