7.62 God (Explicit)

7.62 God (Explicit) - Pooh Shiesty

Lyrics by：Lontrell Williams/Tiquon Pryor

Once again I'm locked in with TP we finna make a hit

TP baby

Ayy

N***as come around me actin' gangster I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7 62 god I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life post on the block this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners jumpin' fences hittin' them gates and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city b***h this my s**t

I'm slidin' with thirty totin' a fifty sent three shots and bagged him up

Ayy you remember on that day I shot so fast the fifty bust

No you can't be the gang you know it's hard for us to gain some trust

You wanna be the gang you gotta sacrifice your life to us

Now put a cap up on my head no I can't never go out bare

Think my shooters they went deaf or somethin' 'cause all he do is stare

My name spread like the coronavirus Shiesty in the air

Kick the b***h up out the spot I caught her tryna leave her hair

Now put a cap up on my head no I can't never go out bare

Think my shooters they went deaf or somethin' 'cause all he do is stare

My name spread like the coronavirus Shiesty in the air

Kick the b***h up out the spot I caught her tryna leave her hair

N***as come around me actin' gangster I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7 62 god I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life post on the block this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners jumpin' fences hittin' them gates and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city b***h this my s**t

Hoppin' out soon as dark I been trappin' all through the day

Shooters ready to spark waitin' on they moment to spray

Calmly burnin' these 'Woods I been smokin' Runtz to the face

Styrofoam full of mud my double cup Moochie Grape

Free my n***as from jail if not they might escape

Trafficking through the mail make sure mine come double-taped

Pockets almost obese I ain't tryna get 'em in shape

Might pop out in the hood I'm familiar with all the J's

Slimin' s**t every day b***h we come from catchin' them plays

Catch his a*s down bad I'ma get him up out the way

Hit for like thirty-five caught him poppin' s**t in the A

Told him don't make a move it's like sixty up in this Drac'

N***as come around me actin' gangster I ain't buyin' that

He tried to run off I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7 62 god I got that name because I'm firin' that

Rep we lit for life post on the block this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners jumpin' fences hittin' them gates and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city b***h this my s**t

Lil' bitty b***h brr

We gon' do a on a n***a ayy

Sixty shots up in this chop tryna hit thirty n***a ayy

I'm Big Shiesty I get dirty with you

Brr