Pooh Shiesty Feat. G Herbo, No More Heroes & G Herbo, No More Heroes – Switch it Up Lyrics

Gold Haze on the track

Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 ’round my chain so I tote the same ‘mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin’ me, pockets keep growin’, knots
And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got ’em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers ’cause them iPhones get shit locked
My operation too amazing, I pose ’cause the feds watch
Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies

Had these rollin’ Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark
Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body
I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects
You wanna order up a hunnid? 60 bags of ’em was garbage
You know I’m slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin
And no I can never put up my fire’, that’s a never, not even probably
Since a youngin’, been shit poppin’, since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat nigga for flodgin’, leave his head like Dennis Rodman’s

When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
(Shiesty the hardest)
Beside rap, I was gettin’ rich regardless
I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of of my apartments
Everybody keep on yappin’ ’til them .62 get to sparkin’
Cut the block off, start the traffic
If the cops come through, this Drac’ goin’ park it
Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd, ayy, blrrd, blrrd

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 ’round my chain so I tote the same ‘mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin’ me, pockets keep growin’, knots
And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got ’em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers ’cause them iPhones get shit locked (ayy)
My operation too amazing, I pose ’cause the feds watch
So I stay drippin’ on the daily, I know them boy clockin’ (ayy, blrrd)

Got a .40 on me right now, I ain’t never scared (never scared, know that)
I’ll shoot this bitch up right now ’cause I never cared (bah)
Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head
Eyes hurt, they sore ’cause I seen some shit I never said
Thinking about my boy, don’t sip Rémy, I just pour it
We got blow outs on the score, we couldn’t catch ’em so his brother dead
Bring it to your door, spent a milli’, ran up four
Big ol’ hammer like I’m Thor ’cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand

Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it (grrt)
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I’m not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (skrt)
Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain’t do shit (pussy)

Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd