7.62 God - Pooh Shiesty

7.62 God

Pooh Shiesty

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Once again I'm locked in with TP

We finna make a hit

TP baby

Ay

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin'

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up

Ayy, you remember on that day, I shot so fast the fifty bust?

Yo, you can't be the gang

You know it's hard for us to gain some trust

You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us

Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare

Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare

My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air

Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair

Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare

Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare

My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air

Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day

Shooter ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray

Calmly burnin' these "Woods, I been smokin" Runtz to the face

Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape

Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape

Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped

Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape

Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's

Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays

Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way

Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A

Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it

He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at

7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it

Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at

If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it

And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me

Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit

Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Ol' bitty bitch

We goin' through it (uh, uh, uh nigga ay)

Sixty shots up in the chop', tryna hit 30 niggas, ay

I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you

Brrr

- It's already the end -