Shego Lyrics

Had to thank God for every day I slept up on that couch

It was going good, then summer beef got hot and shit went south

Talking 'bout my brother, goofy nigga ain worth, just shut my mouth

You gone back door me? Asking me to come, knew what that was about

Ion fuck with twelve, they start coming around, I'm quiet, a mouse

Remember I thought I loved her, now that lil hoe nasty, like sauerkraut

A couple times, I felt trapped up in that net, like fish and trout

Ion like people getting close to me, go away, I'm Oscar The Grouch

Got my homie clothes, sitting in my closet, he can't wear them

When he got his phone stolen, he used my phone, boy we was sharing

Ion like no goofy niggas, foe get away, I feel like Karen

I just read the words, on that obituary, I just start tearing

Mama having to identify my body, yea that's my fear

Kept that shh up on me, when that shit got real, it shot like snares

Gang ain have no food, I cooked them burgers up, I'm on The Bear

Every day, before I leave the house, I gotta say my prayer

Ain no pitty pat, gone catch that hat, I gotta reserve my lifeline

Nigga said he gone kill me, I told 'em Bring It! on like Lifetime.

She asking me: When we gone fuck? When it's the right time

It was rules and regulations, I was living, I couldn't abide by

Can't even tell gang, when these hoes blowing me I keep it in

The devil telling me go kill that bitch ass nigga, I feel him creeping in

Said some bitch ass shit, I told 'em repeat it, let that record spin

Heard that nigga homie died, he talked about mine, evil grin

Yea I caught that L, kept it moving, caught it on the chin

Money stop flowing, finna get to scamming, I'm gone flip them BINS

Freak hoe got me paralyzed in this chair, Ion got no limbs

Foreign hoe, speaking to me in her language, like she on The Sims

Dad was acting like a hoe, my mama subbed in, ain have no figure

I had to give my life to God, only reason Ian pulled that trigger

If time freeze, I'll smack that bitch ass nigga, I'm Quicksilver

Leave that hoe on read, 'cus I never cared, lil bitch, stay on delivered

Turn his ass to a zombie, now his lil body reeking, like we on Thriller

Last thing he seen was ski masks, his life flashing like Triller

If you ain my wife, Ian making love to you, Ian Bryson Tiller

Groupie bitch, saying some goofy shit, you making my dick lil

I feel like Kim, 'cus anything is possible, I'm Shego

Twist that boy brim, I feel like Kodak Black, There He Go

I'm copping all these clothes, punching on StockX and Grailed and Goat

Hoe yo number still unsaved up in my phone, you gone, a ghost

She keep blowing me, told that hoe you on thin lines like tied ropes

We gone spin and wash his ass like washing machine, what Tide wrote

She on OnlyFans, the only way she making bread, she lost hope

Feel like Jordan Peele, she steady asking me to fuck, I told her Nope