CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pissed Off
1WayKay, you went off on this bitch
[Verse]
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe
Aye, yeah, yeah
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe, aye
762's, tryna knock him out his shoes, aye
Reach for this chain, fuck around and make the news, aye
Reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, aye
Ten toes, bitch I'm standing on them 'till the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was full of runtz, we done made him float
Shitty Boyz, BabyTron, she choosing if they play a song
Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the punch king, you cannot take my throne
This some [?], hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hating bro?
Pissed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffin dick in this bitch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a goat
Winter time, imma throw some money up and make it snow
(Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low)
Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low
In the trenches, iced up, shit forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think shit sweet, we 'gon paint his nose
Margiela stepping, if I trip, I might paint the floor
One man army, but I ride around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the wide-body, it might get hectic
Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson
[?] selling sauces, 10k just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on, walking around through the opp shit, huh, they won't touch me though
Half sleep, flying off some wock, I'm just chilling in the cockpit, huh, I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missing shit, they blickies glitching up
I can't have a bitch around me if she on some iffy stuff
I have this nine flying at you, like when Iggy jump
Bitch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up
You still got a ten, you need to get it up
Wock party, you need 500 tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, imma face this bitch, you can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doo- if he feeling tough
Huh, took his Carti's he was feeling buff
Ex-bitch losing, seen her out, looking hit as fuck
Mike Amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushing, in my triple S's, finna triple up
'Tuh, keep a hammer like I'm triple-H
Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's getting steak
Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some little pape'
Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some lil weight
I was fucked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate
Twelve flicked me, like I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember being fucked up, was praying for a bigger play
Bitch I know you see my chain, I'm looking like the shit today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly road, bitch talk loose, up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Bro caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates
Phew, aye
Aye, aye, aye, shittyboyz
[Verse]
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe
Aye, yeah, yeah
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe, aye
762's, tryna knock him out his shoes, aye
Reach for this chain, fuck around and make the news, aye
Reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, aye
Ten toes, bitch I'm standing on them 'till the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was full of runtz, we done made him float
Shitty Boyz, BabyTron, she choosing if they play a song
Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the punch king, you cannot take my throne
This some [?], hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hating bro?
Pissed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffin dick in this bitch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a goat
Winter time, imma throw some money up and make it snow
(Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low)
Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low
In the trenches, iced up, shit forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think shit sweet, we 'gon paint his nose
Margiela stepping, if I trip, I might paint the floor
One man army, but I ride around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the wide-body, it might get hectic
Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson
[?] selling sauces, 10k just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on, walking around through the opp shit, huh, they won't touch me though
Half sleep, flying off some wock, I'm just chilling in the cockpit, huh, I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missing shit, they blickies glitching up
I can't have a bitch around me if she on some iffy stuff
I have this nine flying at you, like when Iggy jump
Bitch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up
You still got a ten, you need to get it up
Wock party, you need 500 tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, imma face this bitch, you can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doo- if he feeling tough
Huh, took his Carti's he was feeling buff
Ex-bitch losing, seen her out, looking hit as fuck
Mike Amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushing, in my triple S's, finna triple up
'Tuh, keep a hammer like I'm triple-H
Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's getting steak
Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some little pape'
Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some lil weight
I was fucked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate
Twelve flicked me, like I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember being fucked up, was praying for a bigger play
Bitch I know you see my chain, I'm looking like the shit today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly road, bitch talk loose, up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Bro caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates
Phew, aye
Aye, aye, aye, shittyboyz
