Pooh Shiesty, EST Gee, BIG30 - 7.62 God (Reloaded) Lyrics

Yeah
Uh, fuck the opps
Uh, free Shiesty, 7.62 K
Big Blrrrd, the biggest
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Ayy, ayy

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at (bitch)
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (ho)

I'm slidin' with 30, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
Ayy, you remember on that day I shot so fast the fifty bust?
No, 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
I put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
Think my shooter done 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

I put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
(I really thought the ho tried to leave her hair, this shit does really get crazy, man)
Think my shooter done went deaf or somethin' 'cause all he do is stare
My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
(I told y'all on day one that this shit get crazy)
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair (let's go)

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at (bitch)
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Ayy, he tried to run and hit the gate, left his lil' bitch ass on the fence
The day I go out like a ho gon' be the day they drown a fish
7.62s all through his body, stand over and watch him twitch (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Who can't slide drop-top through the city in the 'Vette with a switch? (Bitch)
Retaliation is a must, he die of cancer, kill his kid (his kid)
We think outside the box, suit up with chops and go spin in the whip (blrrrd, blrrrd)
.357, Glock .22 shots, the same shells as my SIG (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
He can't rock with us, he run with rat, cooperate with pig (rat)
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed (bleed)
Ten of them can die, won't satisfy me, I need twenty-three
Glock with the pin, don't know what gen, fifty round stuffed with RIPs
Hawk the boy down up in this Track', got soul snatchers in this Jeep

Yeah, yeah, it ain't no lockin' in with us unless we take you on a hit
The opps booked Shiest', but caught the drift
Geeski trailed everywhere they went
I'm the one who linked them E's
We both drop V's, but throw up C's
Thought 7.62s all he needs
'Til he got shot 'til he couldn't breathe
We the reason for 'em tees
Chopper squeeze and mama's grieve
Know what them three letters mean
The park slimed Slim out for his cheese
First I ran it up off weed
Then I doubled back in skis
It's a hundred racks, they bleed
Save her number under Knees
Police better not tell me, "Freeze"
Sell amphetamine in Ps
Nigga, my daddy never ratted, police shit run in your genes
I say, "Whack 'em," reason all your artists splattered
Play with me, the real OG
Some real got broke, the ones who don't son's RIP

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (ho)