Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

Wicked, I'm wicked Wicked, I'm wicked Bitch, your fuckin' ass get caught on me I'm finna change my number (change my number) I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah) Got mе and all my niggas out the street but we still street Me and еvery nigga 'round me full but we still eat They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep Ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep Put my phone on DND whenever she around (she around) Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town (we in town) Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown (die 'em) Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame Fuck a bitch, you better find a teflon hat (teflon hat) Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back 'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats (huh) You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg Tony, that's my big bro, he sold fentanyl You wanna know why I'm catchin' you? I played football (football) Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your lips off (Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin') Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me? Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me? I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up? Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah)

Ha, ha (Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze), ha (Go Grizz), ha, ha, ha Ha I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, but got a lot of cold bitches What's that half a milli' on my neck? Four-fifty Drop a load off to the trap and tell my lil' ones, "Get busy" Don't let nobody tell you different, we the littest in the city I'm a hot boy, I tell the jeweler, "Cool me down" Still be posted in the hood, a lot of killers sittin' 'round He was on the sideline, caught 'em at an angle Forced him out of bounds Send them hot boys on a blitz and tell 'em "Burn that nigga down" Ayy, woedie, who that is right there? She look like my type Don't care how big her booty is, won't hit if it don't feel right Ayy, woedie, who is that young nigga that be fly? It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Nardo in the sky Ayy, woedie, who that goin' a hundred in a fifty? I'm the richest, youngest nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ayy, woedie, who is that lil' nigga with all the hoes? If you look good, you look good, I ain't tryna hear that you too old Baby, I could pop out right now, pull my big around these hoes (damn) I'm not acrobatic, I'm not flippin' on my bros (no) All my shit be factual, I cannot get exposed (at all) Grew up talkin' slick, I'll catch a bitch before I catch a cold I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, I got broke toes Don't take it offensive, I'm too rich to fuck with broke hoes I won't drive my TRX no more, that shit just too slow Maybach white on white, they know about it, ask my new ho I know a couple of these niggas really hatin' on me (think so) I know a bitch who actin' faithful, but she waitin' on me (think so) I don't fuck with none of you niggas, I can't fake it no more Who is that, that's your Lambo? Hell, yeah Oh, that's Nardo? Let him in Think I'm runnin' out of hidin' spots, this shit been comin' in He was in our business and got spanked, he shouldn't have butted in I come from that block where shit be hot, the summer never end I'm really the one this shit done settled in I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)

(Damn, Trademark) Quarter million-dollar vacation (vacation) Bitch, this is a money conversation (oh, yeah) Look at where I come from, it's amazing Under California sun, on the beach gettin' faded Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (yeah) Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under 30 (oh yeah) They ain't ever seen that shit (hell nah) Brand-new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (ah, ah, ah, ah) Bitch I'm burnin' up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heatin' up Suitcase for my racks, they say that duffle wasn't big enough Sent her to the doctor 'cause her bottom wasn't big enough I got lots of choppers for the oppers, we gon' hit 'em up (grraow, grraow, grraow) Give it up, this a robbery, I want my style back We don't do the woofin', go find someone else to howl at (grraow, grraow, grraow) Big chains, swinging on my neck like a ball bat If he try to touch it, put a hole in his ballcap (baow, baow) Grape guts, I put purple seats in my Trackhawk Don't get mad at me, she told me, "Hit her," that ain't my fault General, never taking orders, I'm a big boss If I tell 'em go, they gon' spiral like a football Bloop-bloop, Nardo came through drippin' like a wet treat She don't want relations, she say she just wanna sext me Never call my phone, if you need me, better text me Quarter million-dollar vacation (vacation) Bitch, this is a money conversation (oh, yeah) Look at where I come from, it's amazing Under California sun, on the beach gettin' faded Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (yeah) Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under 30 (oh yeah) They ain't ever seen that shit (hell nah) Brand-new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (ah, ah, ah, ah) Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper