Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick)

Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick) - Gucci Mane/Nardo Wick/Roddy Ricch

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Paul Penso/William Benoit/Avery Halliburton/Rodrick Moore Jr./Horace B. Walls III

Composed by：Radric Davis/Paul Penso/William Benoit/Avery Halliburton/Rodrick Moore Jr./Horace B. Walls III

Well d**n

Takin' all facts 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

***** I got the yellow gold I got the yellow stones

And my wrist and ring it look pissy hey

Put on them daisy-do's show me what that new Mercedes do

Real trap house all the pots and pans come with residue

All my young n***as 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 and the coupe look angelic

We was lookin' around for the baddest of *******

So I had to go out and vet it

If they say they want smoke I got all of the Glocks

'Cause back in 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 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

***** I got the yellow gold I got the yellow stones

And my wrist and ring it look pissy

Go

Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy

Uh

Walk big blue stones like I'm Nipsey

Nip'

I pop champagne 'til I'm tipsy

Uh

Still be spendin' M's in my sixties

Well d**n

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 switchie shoot 'til it's empty

Go

Wrist just did a 360

Skrrt

Car like Zion before the entry

Ballin'

I ain't broke you can't fix me

Nah

Havin' power feelin' like 50

50

Eastside of the city where this **** can get really sticky

Sticks

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 movin' Flintstones

Came a long way from a herring bowl

Well d**n

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 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

***** I 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 me and my Glock get busy uh

They say we livin' uh I say "We ain't lived enough"

They say we did it uh I say "We ain't did enough"

Brr

I don't hang with sheep

Uh-uh

I pull up Lamb'

I interrupt his sentences

Huh

Before he can talk blind

Grrah

Cook a whole thirty-seven

Uh

She hate when I call her mine

Don't do that

She gave me head for a hour her coochie say "Well d**n"

Well d**n

I got your ***** on the leash

Yeah

She don't ever get too far

She make you **** in the bed she let me hit in the car

Please stop blowin' her up she with me yeah see you 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 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

***** I got the yellow gold I got the yellow stones

And my wrist and ring it look pissy