Текст песни Fred and Jase - B Shiesty

I pull up with that Chop in my hand
Pussy niggas be hatin' they fans
I'ma rock out with my cock in my hand
In the other, I'm keepin' my Glock in my hand
Matter fact, I be passing that bitch to my man
Make a sound with that choppa it sound like a band
Getting dirty with the choppa like my name was Dan
I know how to work with the Glock in my hand
I been chasin' that guap, pass it off to my mans
I'm not worried bout you niggas, I'm chasin' them bands
Man these niggas be watchin', these niggas as fans
Been makin' that money since I learned that I can
I'm throwin' them picks, I feel like I'm Cam
Might shoot to L.A. like I play for the Rams
Laid up with your bitch and you know I'm gon' slam
She be doin' some tricks, like it's NBA Jam

I feel like Lil Baby, they callin' me Wham
She talk to them niggas, think I give a damn
I'm shakin' my dreads, I feel like I'm Sosa
I got a new Glock and it's tucked in a holster
I'm mixin' that promethazine, with that soda
Them niggas gon' do your ass bad and I told you
Hit you up with the Drac' and you know I'm gon' fold you
Nigga come in this place and we tippin' his shoulder
If you want me tonight, then you need to come over
She be chattin' a lot, I ain't fuckin' her sober
It's a Kool-Aid mix and a pint in my soda
Got my gang in this bitch ain't no fuckin' me over
It's the end of the summer, she askin' for closure
I broke up with the bitch, cause I'm finally sober
I've been gripping my head from that cart hangover
She a big-ass bitch and her ass Range Rover
She don't wanna make up, she must want me to fold her
Don't know why we ain't fuckin' look over my shoulder
She do bad-ass shit, now we finally finished
Got a big snap score, but I stayed out her business
I look deep in my head and that shit lookin' fishy
Bitch you gotta get back, I don't want you to kiss me
Take a look at the ass and that bitch like the Grinch be
Bitch we finna find out why your hotel dingy
You keep shakin' that shit, but I see where the stench be
And she wanna be a star, but I'm bein' stingy
She can see that I'm rappin' and I want the Benjis
Hop out icy as hell, probably feel like a mint be
I be cheatin', that's probably why she wanna hit me
Nigga, bang on the door for to ask where the rent be
These lil niggas so broke, might as well go fishing
Do not make me mad, my finger been itching
I was breakin' her down, she doin' the dishes
I keep telling the hoe we can't fuck in the kitchen
Not a Ig post I do not want a mention
Had to jump out of rags and get to the riches
Balling out on a bitch, I don't pass like I'm stingy
Bitch I already said it, but I am Da Vinci

I can't fuck with no hoe, she cheat for attention
I don't know about you, it go down in my city
Can't fuck with you niggas, you niggas be pity
Don't say you my bro, if you wasn't down in the trenches
This bitch tryna fuck up the way that I'm livin
He wanna talk, shit? Gon' get sent with a ticket
He wanna talk down, con' get hit in his fitted
Bitch, don't come around if you really ain't with it

I pull up mask on like it's Jason vs Freddy
I don't want the lil bitch because she try to be petty
Niggas pull up on you, leave your shit like spaghetti
In the bed with your girl, make a mess like confetti
Give your girl Triple D like it's Ed, Edd, n Eddy
Take your shit off like I hit you up with machete
Hit your ass up with the hot shit, I don't think that you ready
And that bitch got the guap like her first name was Fetty
Pack your ass in a bag, got you zipped up with Hefty
Can't shoot with the right, I switch to the lefty
I been packing these pounds, you know that they heavy
My niggas hawk down, we watchin', we deadly
I shoot with the Glock, I'm holdin' it steady
You say you got powers, you better be Barry
I can't hang with you niggas, you niggas is scary
My niggas will leave yo shit red like a cherry