$heesh Lyrics

Sheesh!

I've been on the low and stacking sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Hustle on the low and stack this

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

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Sheesh!

Ball out for my nephew and my niece!

Niece!

Niece!

Niece!

Niece!

Niece!

Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech

Baby girl the old me is deceased

Put the Most High first every day of the week!

We got different plans

I'm trying to help my fams

You just tryna be all flexing for some shorty on the gram

I be balling, like I'm going go and lay up with my hands

Call up Jesus, cross up demons

Like that boy got handles

Ironic how they jelly, tryna get us out the jam

Trying to help my family out the struggle, that's my type of jam

All the other shit, ye!

You can keep, yea you can have

Way up in the nosebleeds, I was way up in the stands

Stands, stands

Way up in the stands

Finally worked my way up out these bucket full of crabs

Yup

Now we up, shooting buckets over crabs

This gwap grew some feet, now I be running with these bands!

Bands!

Running with these bands!

It could be Ramadan, but my pockets still won't fast!

Baby girl you just mad, ain't been tell you bout my plans

Trying to do all these projects, I just want to see you dance!

Dance!

Dance!

Diamond do the dance!

Yea you look super good!

But you better by the glance

I can't help but to chat, bout you when I link with my mans

I'm a thug, show some love

When I pop out with my mans!

Yeah!

Jah is my energy!

Right now till infinity!

Will you still remember me?

Am I in your memory?

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

I've been on the low and stacking sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech