Lyrics SHEESH - Gallo

SHEESH

Sheesh
I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease
Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth
Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe
That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street
I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me
I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me
This is murder, third degree
Kill the beat, yelling sheesh
I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease
Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth
Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe
That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street
I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me
I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me
This is murder, third degree
Kill the beat, yelling sheesh
Uh
You either step up (Up)
Or you get stepped on (On)
If you think that you got it (Got it)
Then you are dead wrong (Wrong)
I think my head’s gone
Prolly (Prolly)
Hotter than some wasabi (Woo!)
Never tired, if I was, then I’d be born on Kawasaki (Sheesh!)
Always spinning, always winning
She put up, secure the digits (Aye!)
Independent for minute
If I drop, you better sit down
Dallas, Texas, Jason Witten
In my zone, the rules are written (Yeah)
If you think you got enough, then double down, ain’t close to finish (No!)
Sheesh
I’m on the 'Gram so much these days that I forget to eat (To eat)
She tryna climb on me so much, so I say «Take a seat» (A seat)
I opperate so fast, motherfuckers say «Can you wait for me?»
(For me)
But it’s too late now, shoulda played with me 'cause now I’m way too deep
Sheesh!
Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases)
Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it
Stakes are highest, take or leave it
I produce it once I dream it (Yeah)
You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah)
Sheesh
I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease
Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth
Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe
That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street
I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me
I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me
This is murder, third degree (Aye)
Kill the beat
Yelling sheesh
I got friends that need to grow up (Grow up)
Ones that always show up (Yuh)
Some that always pull up
Even when they had a glow up
Hold up, maybe I should slow up (Oh God)
Think I said too much (Yuh)
Living in this house of cards, I hold the royal flush (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Gettin' hot, let 'em watch (Woo!)
Talkin' business, move the (Aye)
Switch the cost, that’s a lot
than thirty rocks (Rocks)
Never gloss, ticking clocks
Put you with my dirty socks (Ugh)
The only way I’m going under if is I’m sinking burning shots
Check direct deposit
That shit gone before I got it (It's gone)
Got no worries, got no problems
I invest, don’t fill my closet (No)
Got the drip like broken faucets
Keep my trust deep in the process (Yuh)
Quick and clean, you see me flossin'
Juice is not what like the sauce is (Yuh)
Sheesh
Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases)
Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it
Stakes are highest, take or leave it
I produce it once I dream it (Yeah)
You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah)
Sheesh
I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease
Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth
Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe
That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street
I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me
I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me
This is murder, third degree (Aye)
Kill the beat
Yelling sheesh
Sheesh
I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease
Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth
Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe
That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street
I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me
I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me
This is murder, third degree (Aye)
Kill the beat
Yelling sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh