Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick)

Taking all facts, Grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it gets sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliot 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 stones

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 **** 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 in the coupe, look angelic

We was looking 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 experience

Taking all facts, Grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it gets sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliot 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 stones

And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy

Rock big blue stones like I'm Nipsey

I pop champagne till I'm tipsy

Still be spending M's in my sixties

Please don't try the 'Wop 'cause it's risky

Ain't no mystery in my history

Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese

Hit with that switchy, shoot till it's empty

Rich just did a 360

Ball like Zion before the injury

I ain't broke, you can't fix me

Having power, feeling like 50

Eastside of the city where this shit can get really sticky

Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky

In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones

White stones, Wilma Flintstones, came a long way from a herringbone

All started from a minute phone, now I ran it up and my money long

Had to take a chance with 200 bands 'cause my country boy had a trailer home

Taking all facts, Grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it gets sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliot 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 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 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

But I pull up Lamb'

I interrupted the sentence

Before he could talk, blam

Cougar ho thirty-seven

She hate when I call her ma'am

She gave me head for a hour

What Gucci say? Well, damn

I got your bitch on a leash

She don't ever get too far

She make you fuck in the bed

She let me hit in the car

Please stop blowing her up

She with me, you'll see her tomorrow

She say her wishes to me

She know I'm a shooting star

Taking all facts, Grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it gets sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliot 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 stones

And my wrist and ring, it look pissy