JPay & CorrLinks (Explicit) - Pooh Shiesty
Lyrics by：Lontrell Williams/Tiquon Pryor/Jackson Botto/Ronald Thompson/Ramone Taylor
Produced by：TP808/Jackson Botto/Evergreen Money/Ramone Beats
Let's go Ramone
Fuck that let's go TP turn this shit up
Stamp that nigga really really turn this bitch up nigga turn the ho up
Yeah alright nigga
Nigga I don't need no ho to help me
Ain't got nothin' to offer but pussy she just wanna ride for free
Can't let her beat me out my dick can't cuff no ho ain't rich as me
Turn my lil' ho to my bitch I should've left her as my freak
Liked it better when she had tricks she used to sneak with me
Give me lip service for breakfast Charlamagne Angela Yee
Bitch I wear these pants play your role bitch quit naggin' me
'Rari truck big shit on my neck ain't no avoidin' me
Your bitch looked up your net worth this bitch really look up to me
She keep up with guns them members tote and gon' throw for me
Every foreign car and ho I get gotta see Cane Creek
I wrap all my chains around the fire hydrant on Willett Street
If I let her rock that Richard when we fuck then she unique
I turned into Michael Phelps when that water got real deep
This a striker it been on for days it ain't got no key
Hank went state when I went fed he JPay I'm CorrLinks
Love to put shit in that trick bag watch who next I rock to sleep
Heard he say he gon' knock off my dread as soon as I hit the street
Cut the sheet to tote my lock but my shank built up in the sink
I just served a nigga five scripts and thirteen IDs
High-speed ride with me baby we gon' get away
Doin' time I'm a king smokin' plenty caps a day
CMO carved in my face I pray to Lil' T twice a day
He was real imposter slidin' fake I felt it in his face
So I blew up that hot nigga but his paperwork was straight
He told before in the state it was on a formacy case
After that put him on IG rat emoji on his face
Got the drops I heard he landed at Polak the other day
Goin' out of bounds tryna catch up with bruh out here with that Drac'
Bitches gave Hank eighteen years we meet on FaceTime every day
If I could do half of it with him shit I'm signin' right away
Tlil that time come we gon' keep poppin' and puttin' it in they face
All these niggas drop they nuts on 30 swear to God they played
Cuz I swear to God I don't know why nigga throwin' techs in the game
Cuz I swear to God I don't know why all these niggas be movin' lame
Rolls-Royce umbrella two Berettas bitch bold in the rain
I can't wait to turn my codies up lil' D. Rose and Bank
Nigga free Hank nigga free Clyde and Keith free Murda free the gang
Free Woo Brazy free D. Rose free Cole Murda free E Banger
Free that pussy nigga don't crop him out the picture I'ma paint him nigga
I'm a gangster all angles rose gold Hellcat Durango
Young and dangerous twistin' fingers been everywhere they said I can't go
Bullets rainin' through your poncho front and backend all huncho
I'm in the car watchin' for undo while lil' bruh 'nem in the gun show
I can't never go like them
