Shiesty ft. Li Fred Hustle In Black Lyrics

Bodies hit the window, do you bad, bitch, I'ma crash

Ready to take a nigga down with my lit shite stash

Saw that brother got off of his car, I had to do that bag

Finesse you off your packet, then I flip it, bitch, I'ma get that bag

No, I ain't gotta get out, I'ma hit him out the window

This bitch, I'm really tryna spend Tell if I crack down the fender

I don't bump none of you niggas, feel like all them boys pretenders

She told me that she really fuck with me, so she think I'ma kill him

Hopping out with all my chains on, I stuffed her in a pillow

I told you I'ma switch it down, group it, bitch, know you remember

Hit him with that rrrrr, bet that shit hit harder than some of them

That boy thought he was tipping something, fuck this bitch, I got him killed

I hit the Freddy hanging out the window, tryna stop the money

Lil' nigga claiming that he out, wait till he drop the nigga

I told that bitch to close his mouth, I don't wanna talk to niggas

Mind them, they bitch scraping the ground, who on problems with em

Ayy, I told that bitch I won't bang, I know this shot is sketch

I been up for two days, ayy, get into that brick

I swear this bitch be on my dick, tell this shot it close your lips

And you know what I bang, when I bleed, I bang red, bitch

Down in curves, bitch, I'm lurking, nigga know I'm slangin' out

I hear the oppo all in traffic, slayin' this bitch across her mind

I know that Bray gon' let him have it, Glock 19, this a Gen 5

That bitch know how a nigga living, he can't look me in my eye

We get the banging at his block, take your lick, I'm off the side

It ain't no running from them switches, tell that pussy come outside

She know my brother popped her brother, had to watch her mama cry

They know we smokin' double P, this shit got me in the sky

I got cow eyes, but I'm still focused, don't you try me, nigga

My niggas put so deaf in motion, I ain't got a key

Wilder bro, you wanna talk him, cause he shot a nigga

You ain't been up in that truck and really dropped him

I put your brother on his back, tell that nigga pick him up

We got like two Glocks in the back, ARPs inside the trunk

Shit, if she eat her, that hoe trifle, make her mama get the fuck

And he keep his pills to fill, don't give a fuck about what you clutchin

Bitch, we hoppin' out with Max, put some G-Lock on side the store

We hit the Drake inside the back, you put your brother in the pack

To let you know that nigga fast, I want your head and I can get it

Nigga know he stand on wax, that mama fuckin' with my vibe

I can't lie, I love this shit, them niggas sad because they brother gon

Let nigga take your lick, I heard them niggas off the skis

Just know that Fred, he ain't no bitch, I catch that pussy, nigga

Coco, I'ma switch that nigga's feet

I'ma switch that nigga's feet