Pooh Shiesty, Gunna - Certified lyrics

(Yung Lan on the track)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Thang 'round, 'round me, niggas figured out
(Blrrrd)
I think I got niggas figured out (yeah, yeah)
Blrrrd, set 'em up, blrrrd

We certified, that thang around me
I got this shit figured out
Put RIP in front they gang
For runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mista get on side your car and
Let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that
I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' shit out, this
Our summer, got some, then don't come around

See somethin' we want, gotta
Gеt eight balled
We know it's murdеr and take
Be damned I let you blow my mission
I'ma just go to the face
BSG don't lock the backdoors
Get introduced to the snake
Wop back with me, he beat a shh
Hank and them fools still on the way

We certified, that thang around me
I got this shit figured out
Put RIP in front they gang
For runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mista get on side your car and
Let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that
I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' shit out, this
Our summer, got some, then don't come around

If he play, we might roll up and smoke
Him like a Backwood stalk
'Cause it gets shady and get shiesty when
You come from out that South
I'm a slimy ass young nigga, mama said, "Boy
Watch your mouth"
And I get grimy 'bout that cash
The plug better not say, "It's a drought"
He not a ho and I ain't one neither
It get cold, I keep that heater
223's, Glock Ninas, FNs, call her fina
When I'm goin' through some things
I get a hot head, yeah a fever
When I wanna numb the pain I
Pour a eight inside a liter, yeah
Break it down, add me up
Come and see what I'm worth
I'm known all around
What you think they pay me for a verse
Disrespect my name
I try my best to put 'em in the dirt
We ain't stuntin' none of these lames
We hittin' pussies where it hurt

We certified, that thang around me
I got this shit figured out
Put RIP in front they gang
For runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mista get on side your car and
Let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that
I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' shit out, this
Our summer, got some, then don't come around

Blrrrd, blrrrd james about that check, boy