Foreva Shiesty

[Intro: Tooley] (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase) Ayy Ayy [Chorus: Tooley] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down [Verse 1: Tooley] Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby," that's the past tense Shot at you some years back, you played, bitch, it's over with Twenty raw, VVSs, crack a smile, Aquafina Sit back, I'm sippin' Keke Palmer, purple turn me to a demon Scratch off in that Benz coupe, Palm Angels sweatsuit twenty blues One too many times, I feel it's tension, chopper shake the room Married to the streets, gift and a curse, but I'll still jump the broom Seventy-five an eight, this ain't no zaza, this that silver spoon top shelf I lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug just send it here Collect calls ain't enough time, free my nigga out that jail [Chorus: Tooley] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down [Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty] My draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head Big Shiesty the don dada, still won't answer to the feds On my side it's code and regulations, you know how we play it Two hundred thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the med I made all this shit out the trap, exotic 'bows flow in and out Go get the ho out the suburbs and make her post up in the South Johnny Dang inside a white bitch, it's 90K in my mouth The ATF ran in the spot, took like 90K out the couch (On God) Oh, we lit, we stuck for life, still the same niggas from the South (We rich, we lit 4L) We vacuum seal all the packs, make sure that the smell ain't leaking out (Make sure you hide that smell) Addicted to that Wock', tap in with me when I'm up in your town (Tap in, you need the seal) We ain't no rookies, I ain't no Ja Morant, twelve shots gon' shut him down, blrrrd [Chorus: Tooley] Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down [Outro] (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)