paroles de chanson Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick) - Nardo Wick , Roddy Ricch , Gucci Mane
(Hey,
Will)
(Will,
what
that
is?)
Well,
damn
(Do
you
not
get
the
concept?)
Takin'
all
facts,
grandma
raised
me,
I'm
from
the
Westside
where
it
get
sticky
And
my
four
wheels
come
with
road
kits,
I
got
Elliott
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
stone,
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
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
and
the
coupe
look
angelic
We
was
lookin'
around
for
the
baddest
of
bitches,
so
I
had
to
go
out
and
vet
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
Australians
Takin'
all
facts,
grandma
raised
me,
I'm
from
the
Westside
where
it
get
sticky
And
my
four
wheels
come
with
road
kits,
I
got
Elliott
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
stone,
and
my
wrist
and
ring,
it
look
pissy
(go)
Big
yellow
Cuban
on
and
it's
pissy
(ugh)
Rock
big
blue
stones
like
I'm
Nipsey
(Nip')
I
pop
champagne
'til
I'm
tipsy
(huh)
Still
be
spendin'
M's
in
my
sixties
(well,
damn)
Please
don't
try
the
'Wop
'cause
it's
risky
Ain't
no
mystery
in
my
history
(no)
Had
to
turn
that
boy
into
Swiss
cheese
(grrah)
Hit
with
that
switchy,
shoot
'til
it's
empty
(go)
Wrist
just
did
a
360
(skrrt),
ball
like
Zion
before
the
injury
(ballin')
I
ain't
broke,
you
can't
fix
me
(nah),
havin'
power,
feelin'
like
50
(50)
Eastside
of
the
city
where
this
shit
can
get
really
sticky
(6)
Anybody
can
get
it,
man,
my
bullets
ain't
really
picky
(no)
In
a
yellow
coupe
with
a
yellow
bone
with
my
Jacob
on
with
the
yellow
stones
(brr)
White
stones,
Wilma
Flintstones,
came
a
long
way
from
a
herringbone
(well,
damn)
All
started
from
a
mini-phone,
I
ran
it
up
and
my
money
long
(it's
long)
Had
to
take
a
chance
for
two
hundred
bands
'cause
my
country
boy
had
a
trailer
home
('Wop)
Takin'
all
facts,
grandma
raised
me,
I'm
from
the
Westside
where
it
get
sticky
And
my
four
wheels
come
with
road
kits,
I
got
Elliott
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
stone,
and
my
wrist
and
ring,
it
look
pissy
Neck
look
pissy,
uh,
please
don't
touch,
it's
risky,
uh
My
finger
itchin',
uh,
me
and
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
(uh-uh),
but
I
pull
up
Lamb'
I
interrupted
his
sentence
(huh?),
before
he
could
talk,
blam
(grrah)
Cougar
hoe
37
(uh),
she
hate
when
I
call
her
ma'am
(don't
do
that)
She
gave
me
head
for
an
hour,
what
Gucci
say?
Well,
damn
(well,
damn)
I
got
your
bitch
on
a
leash
(yeah),
she
don't
ever
get
too
far
She
make
you
fuck
in
the
bed,
she
let
me
hit
in
the
car
(she
let
me
hit
in
the
car)
Please
stop
blowin'
her
up,
she
with
me,
you'll
see
her
tomorrow
She
say
her
wishes
to
me,
she
know
I'm
a
shootin'
star
(grrah,
grrah)
Takin'
all
facts,
grandma
raised
me,
I'm
from
the
Westside
where
it
get
sticky
And
my
four
wheels
come
with
road
kits,
I
got
Elliott
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
stone,
and
my
wrist
and
ring,
it
look
pissy
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