BIG30, Pooh Shiesty - Allegations lyrics
BIG30 [Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
Pooh Shiesty [Lontrell Williams] Memphis, Tennessee.U.S.
[BIG30, Pooh Shiesty - Allegations lyrics]
Fuck (TP, baby)
Blrrrd
Man, this shit here crazy
Stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slippin'
In south Memphis I was somewhere seekin'
Know how we get down and
How we kick it, facts
You know the business
Had some up and downs and up some
Guns this shit got kind of wicked
Now I'm out in traffic by myself
I don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, Draco with me
Clutchin' on every truck
I'ma keep on smashin'
Keep yo name alive and post you up
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I'm above
My feelings in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat
I got 'bout fifty on me
Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbon
It got 'bout sixty on it
Ever since I lost Taydoe
Been creepin' with the kitchen homie
Cold heart Crippin', like I'm Gunna, bitch
I'm drippin' on 'em
Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbor
Tryna get it in
.357 came with eight shots
I'm tryna let off ten
The plug say he gon' stop sending the bows
We keep stretchin' his friend
Well, little do he know
His ass next when soon as we meet again
Jason hit my phone
Like they just booked me
For 'bout twenty racks
Chop that shit in half & send off a ten
He send me twenty back
The streets say we got
Ether, keep on droppin'
This shit hit like crack
And we the ones who started slimin'
Out with choppas in the Scat
I know what it feel like, take this
Make sure this pill right
Three to the chest, one to the neck
I bet that boy don't heal right
I keep popping all these pills 'cause
I like what it feel like
And don't think that I'm
Slippin', try your luck
You gon' get killed twice
Uh oh, here come Mr. Shiesty
I'm who they can't wait to see
Active in them streets, when shit go down
They quick to say it's me
Waitin' on my response
But all I got to say is keep a G
Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead
But may he rest in peace
Can't change what they feel
Like, grab the Drac'
I don't feel right
Customizing Glocks like Call of Duty
What your kills like?
Niggas havin' secret smoke
They don't want to bring to the light
Ain't putting them people in the biz
But we chopped it the same night
Can't compare us to them singing niggas
We the drill type
Been put down that basketball to go
See what the field like
If I ever took from you before
I could of did it twice
Creepin' through the night, I'm
Not a thief
But I'll steal your life
(Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
You heard that sound? That mean
That came from us
Fuck this rappin' shit
I'm quick as fuck to go get suited up
It's only two niggas that played with us
But then they knew what's up
Every time we found out where they be
We came through shootin' it up
On God
(Blrrd)
And all you other niggas hoes
Strapped with the shell catchers
.38 and snub nose
I'm high speedin' from helicopters
Police tried to block the road
If I pull over today
You might not see me 'til I'm old
Blrrrd
Man, this shit here crazy
Stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slippin'
In south Memphis I was somewhere seekin'
Know how we get down and
How we kick it, facts
You know the business
Had some up and downs and up some
Guns this shit got kind of wicked
Now I'm out in traffic by myself
I don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, Draco with me
Clutchin' on every truck
I'ma keep on smashin'
Keep yo name alive and post you up
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I'm above
My feelings in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat
I got 'bout fifty on me
Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbon
It got 'bout sixty on it
Ever since I lost Taydoe
Been creepin' with the kitchen homie
Cold heart Crippin', like I'm Gunna, bitch
I'm drippin' on 'em
Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbor
Tryna get it in
.357 came with eight shots
I'm tryna let off ten
The plug say he gon' stop sending the bows
We keep stretchin' his friend
Well, little do he know
His ass next when soon as we meet again
Jason hit my phone
Like they just booked me
For 'bout twenty racks
Chop that shit in half & send off a ten
He send me twenty back
The streets say we got
Ether, keep on droppin'
This shit hit like crack
And we the ones who started slimin'
Out with choppas in the Scat
I know what it feel like, take this
Make sure this pill right
Three to the chest, one to the neck
I bet that boy don't heal right
I keep popping all these pills 'cause
I like what it feel like
And don't think that I'm
Slippin', try your luck
You gon' get killed twice
Uh oh, here come Mr. Shiesty
I'm who they can't wait to see
Active in them streets, when shit go down
They quick to say it's me
Waitin' on my response
But all I got to say is keep a G
Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead
But may he rest in peace
Can't change what they feel
Like, grab the Drac'
I don't feel right
Customizing Glocks like Call of Duty
What your kills like?
Niggas havin' secret smoke
They don't want to bring to the light
Ain't putting them people in the biz
But we chopped it the same night
Can't compare us to them singing niggas
We the drill type
Been put down that basketball to go
See what the field like
If I ever took from you before
I could of did it twice
Creepin' through the night, I'm
Not a thief
But I'll steal your life
(Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
You heard that sound? That mean
That came from us
Fuck this rappin' shit
I'm quick as fuck to go get suited up
It's only two niggas that played with us
But then they knew what's up
Every time we found out where they be
We came through shootin' it up
On God
(Blrrd)
And all you other niggas hoes
Strapped with the shell catchers
.38 and snub nose
I'm high speedin' from helicopters
Police tried to block the road
If I pull over today
You might not see me 'til I'm old