Shiesty Way (feat. Gucci Mane)

LowLowTurnThatUp, hey Winners Circle Damn, Yak Verse 1: Hotboy Wes When you jump out, feel my SRT, just know your life at stake Your life at stake I might lose my life today, I'm livin' life the shiesty way The shiesty way Strapped up with this dope, hope them white folks don't run my licence plate Don't run my— Made it out with music, Mama thought I threw my life away She thought I threw my life— My granny was an addict My daddy ass was absent He gone In the gutter, where we was trappin' We trappin' Now it's double Gs on my jacket My jacket These fuck niggas ain't my fabric I don't fuck with a nigga, I'm taxin' No John Wick with the stick, no lackin' Bah, bah, bah He a bitch, send a blitz like Madden Like Madden Pull up in somethin' that look like I cannot afford it Skrrt Strap with a rocket, my pockets don't know of it Big bag That my lil' bitch, she be scammin', she out, finna slam her for forgery Ayy This ain't no rap, this a street nigga poetry When I was twelve, my first stick was a tourist Bah, bah, bah If rappin' don't work, I'ma stick to the story Fly out to Cali and get me a forest Forest Get me a stick in my mama name Mama name Grind like a bitch from the hunger pains I'm from the street life, the hunger games Hunger games They gon' get low when that llama bang Bah, bah, bah, bah Dope in the couch 'fore the commas came Dope and the cash when the commas came Spin the block 'cause the opps think it's fun and games When we split 'em, we grill 'em like Johnny Dang Grr Chorus: Hotboy Wes Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright Nice white for the right price Right price Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg Verse 2: Hotboy Wes Free all my locs in the jail cell Free 'em Fuck on your ho, had a farewell Farewell Used to trap with a strap in the stairwell And the bricks where they spin like a ferris wheel You'd rather fuck on a ho 'fore you charge her a fee Huh I'm where the warriors be What I was down deep like a shark in the sea Shark in the sea Turned to his stuff, spend a car on my teeth I like to rob and go hard on the beat Mama so pussy, my father was street My brother a hooligan, he used to harbor a fugitive He took them charges for me Glizzy gon' bark, you can't argue with me Sixes don't shop when I park in the street In my apartments, they snort it for cheap Tote a carbon, these niggas ain't targetin' me Show 'em what rogue shit really mean I was broke than a bitch, but had bigger dreams On the porch, stickin' dope in Amiri jeans Couldn't spell that good, but I bet I could count Mama on dope, used to smoke up a stench I was stuck in the rain, but came out like a champ Put the dope in the pot, make it loud like a cramp On the block, sellin' dust, I was up like a vamp I was up Young nigga hell, better ask 12, I make a lot, do a lil' Grazin' on they residence, wrap it in red tape Can't leave the post, sellin' dope on the leg brace I gotta get me a mil' for the fast tape 'Fore I heard Moneybagg, I was a fed baby You should've seen what I did for them dead faces Shit that I did for them dead faces Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright Nice white for the right price Right price Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg, go Verse 3: Gucci Mane I come from the gutter, the heart of the criss My daddy was drunk and my mama was stressed Mama Travelin' all night at the top of the city Made me go to sleep late, end up flunkin' the test Mmm Had to stop gamblin', start the investment My partner got killed, it was hard to digest Damn Trippin' on lean make me really regress Lean Like a jacker with money, my life was a mess Woah Say you a shooter, not really impressed Flooded my crew with invisible sets Bling Rollies and APs, baguettes, baguette Brr We ballin' like Brady without the confetti Ball Thankin' the trap 'cause it's really a gist I'm livin' my life without any regrets I was a jit with a vest and a TEC Grrah Stop playin' with 'Wop, that's like Russian roulette Huh Move down the walk with the stocks and the jet Not the same 'Wop with the Glock in the vid No I was dead broke, I knew I would be rich Yeah I peeped from the jump, I knew you was a bitch You Gloves on his hand, he ain't leavin' a print Free all my hitters, I need 'em out quick Free 'em Bogus-ass charges, they ain't makin' no sense Nah They gave him a life so he jumpin' the fence, uh Go Chorus: Hotboy Wes Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright Nice white for the right price Right price Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg