Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neighbors, artist - Pooh Shiesty. Album song Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Neighbors |
| Big brr, brr |
| Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30 |
| Yeah |
| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors |
| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him |
| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him |
| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him |
| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse |
| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse |
| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed |
| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first |
| Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some |
| I go get free shit out the store, 'cause I’m fuckin' the clerk |
| He was talkin' gangster on the net 'til we found where he work |
| I can get you whacked for a lil' cash or a couple of percs |
| Took a nigga pole, «Sheisty, why you do that though?» |
| Ayy, I’m from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode |
| If you don’t deserve it or won’t shoot it, we gon' let 'em know |
| I’m tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let’s go |
| Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that whole |
| We just threw a party on your block and didn’t even clean the guns |
| I’m smokin' exotic 'til the foul, I’ma burn my lung |
| I’m havin' choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop |
| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors |
| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him |
| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him |
| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him |
| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse |
| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse |
| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed |
| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first |
| I’m in the field with choppers, you can’t come up on this turf |
| And I’m from Killbranch, we known for killin' killers first |
| A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf |
| I’m startin' to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert |
| I had a Glock 'fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me |
| Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me |
| Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me |
| Bitch talkin' 'bout matching energy, bitches be killin' me, let’s go |
| Dope comin' from where the Spurs play, I’m where the birds play |
| I just ran a but my third play |
| Reach for these VV’s, we let off shots right where the turns be |
| Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday |
| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors |
| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him |
| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him |
| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him |
| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse |
| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse |
| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed |
| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first |
| Brr brr brr… |