Lyrics Shiesty Summer - Pooh Shiesty

Ayy, ayy
Know I might be next to blow, but I'm still tryna stretch a bow
375 up the score, Choppa gang bitch, I'm CEO
Had to slime 'em out about that bread, you know he had to go
I just crossed another nigga over with no pick and roll

Get on the ground, listen up, ho give it up or get hit up
Fucking on this thot and she a opp but I'on give a fuck
If I ever took you on a mission, we forever stuck
I'm tryna make one of these rap niggas give they Rollies up

He got out the kitchen when he found out he couldn't take the heat
Niggas wanna be in competition, tell 'em take a seat
I gotta make sure the trappers, killers, and the robbers eat
I'ma get locked up for overkill, you think 'bout robbing me (and may he rest in peace)

This a shiesty summer, yeah
Buck you for your llama, yeah
Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah
This a shiesty summer, yeah
Buck you for your llama, yeah
Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah

Off this drank, I bet I catch a opp before I catch a cold
You gotta quit putting yo' trust in niggas who ain't never rode
Used to think my nigga was a hunnid 'til his colors showed
Really wanna get a bitch but these hoes be too quick to fold

Mr. Pooh, that sticky dude, bitch I got juice in the drought
Draco trip a nigga on his face tryna chase him some clout
When it's time to slide, you know we quick to break them choppas out
And you gotta get patted down before you reach the Choppa house

And I been on some new shit ye ain't gotta check my old work
Ten steps ahead, I was still in school doing my homework
Quick to set a nigga up that love to put they hoes first
See-through clip up in the AUG, I watch the bullets burst

City was just getting a lil' too dry, I brought the trouble back
Me and Hank gon' make sure that he whacked 'cause we gon' double back
Swerving left to right up in the scat until we caught a flat
And you ain't never slimed nobody out, so why you screaming slatt?

This a shiesty summer, yeah
Buck you for your llama, yeah
Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah
This a shiesty summer, yeah
Buck you for your llama, yeah
Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah

You ain't never slimed nobody out, so why you screaming slatt?
Me and Hank gon' make sure that he whacked 'cause we gon' double back
I gotta make sure the trappers, killers, and the robbers eat
I'ma get locked up for overkill, you think 'bout robbing me