PISSY Lyrics

Grew up in that jungle, fonem gotta drum roll

Jumped up off the porch, and I scratched my elbow

I was feelin' lost, but I had to keep goin

I know I ain't far, broski say you this close

I just can't let shit go, switch hoes how I switch flows

Switching different zip codes, I was livin' piss po (Piss po)

Please don't get emotional but I gotta hit the road

I just ran up in they trap and told them niggas hit the flo

Now I'm on the top flo

And they want a photo, shit was movin' slow mo

Bro pull up from logo, stick look like a pogo

Don't make me tell them shooters go

Broski doin' pick and rolls, when he spin he takin' souls

She can't even play her role, come through, I ain't stayin' long

She say I made her favorite song, yeah

She been doin' all the right things, I still might do her wrong

I done mixed the perky with the lean, we fuckin' til the morn

Cuzzo turn shit to a murder scene, please don't piss him off

How you had that work for like a week, and you ain't get it off

Bro gon walk shit down in Balenci's, he an Icon

I just met these bitches overseas, they tryna slide now

Grew up in that jungle, fonem gotta drum roll

Jumped up off the porch, and I scratched my elbow

I was feelin' lost, but I had to keep goin

I know I ain't far, broski say you this close

I just can't let shit go, switch hoes how I switch flows

Switching different zip codes, I was livin' piss po (Piss po)

Please don't get emotional but I gotta hit the road

I just ran up in they trap and told them niggas hit the flo

Yea this 40 bad just like Mike Jack

Bad bitch, and she wanna hop up on a Learjet

Savage, she say she allergic to them broke niggas

I ain't worried bout no nigga, yeah I got a big pole with me

Plus I got bro with me, probably got yo hoe with me

I just spent my cup on these shoes, that's like $450

Told them niggas it was time to ball, but they forfeited

I'm poppin' these shits like Tylenol, but I ain't addicted

Shawty I can't go for none of that bullshit, not Scottie Pippen

Boy don't be like James Harden, you better keep that rocket with you

I'm real picky with my bitches, she gotta be two nickels (A dime)

He won't make the hospital, he got hit with four-nickel (.45)

Grew up in that jungle, fonem gotta drum roll

Jumped up off the porch, and I scratched my elbow

I was feelin' lost, but I had to keep goin

I know I ain't far, broski say you this close

I just can't let shit go, switch hoes how I switch flows

Switching different zip codes, I was livin' piss po (Piss po)

Please don't get emotional but I gotta hit the road

I just ran up in they trap and told them niggas hit the flo