Sheesh

[Intro]
(Yo, paolo made it)
Yeah

[Chorus]
And I ain't lovin' none of these hoes 'cause I ain't do a stop
Fiend hit me, he say he need them Yercs, he called at two o'clock
Ha, you know what it mean
Freak bitch, I brought her to the crib and all she do is scream
And if you call me and I don't answer off them shits, I'm probably doin' lean
If you pour less than a four, you gotta do the bean
That's real shit
R.I.P my unc', she was blessin' me with pill scripts
Bitch quit the dope and when her daughter noticed she was usin', that's some real shit
If a nigga ever try me, deadbody, that's some real shit
If they ain't put me in that room, I'd keep quiet, I got sealed lips
And right now I got a sealed pin-t, I mean, sealed pint
They slick talk on the 'net, you end up dead out in real life
I got bread, so I can care less
They know who I am, plus I'm the man
Who got all the fiends and got whacked and crossed the head?
And know the feds watch but I don't give no fuck when I'm snatchin' all them bands
You know my mans watchin' you poppin' out and they crashin' all your plans
Sheesh

[Verse]
Dubs for dead body, I scratched off in a damn Masi
She sucked it, left it then sloppy, I think I let a fiend top me
I was back robbin', that was back when I had Xan hobbies
And most of these niggas starin' probably, you fed, then you can't stand by me
Lil' biddy say I hit her friend, she question me, I'm dead lyin'
They gave these niggas fed guidance, we catch him, leave him dead by him
The hoes'll say somethin' less 'bout you, you broke, bitch, you a damn liar
And if I mud, I got that hand fire, erase smoke like campfire
Find out where them niggas at so we can camp by 'em and go spin the block
That's where I'm throwed at, 2 a.m., I think it's ten o'clock
I'm in the store high than a bitch, I'm tryna pick a pop
Huh, that I could pour up in, you know I sip a lot (Shh)
They asked me how I made it happen, that's a gift from God
She was askin' me how to get my heart, just go and spin the block
And I can't tell her how I think, she'd throw a fit a lot
And everywhere I go it's cash flow, you know I get a lot (Yeah)

[Chorus]
And I ain't lovin' none of these hoes 'cause I ain't do a stop
Fiend hit me, he say he need them Yercs, he called at two o'clock
Ha, yeah, you know what it mean
Freak bitch, I brought her to the crib and all she do is scream
And if you call me and I don't answer off them shits, I'm probably doin' lean
If you pour less than a four, you gotta do the bean
That's real shit
R.I.P my unc', she was blessin' me with pill scripts
Bitch quit the dope and when her daughter noticed she was usin', that's some real shit
If a nigga ever try me, deadbody, that's some real shit
If they ain't put me in that room, I'd keep quiet, I got sealed lips
And right now I got a sealed pin-t, I mean, sealed pint
They slick talk on the 'net, you end up dead out in real life
I got bread, so I can care less
They know who I am, plus I'm the man
Who got all the fiends and got whacked and crossed the head?
And know the feds watch but I don't give no fuck and I'm snatchin' all that bread
You know my mans watchin' you poppin' out and they crashin' all your plans
Sheesh