Pissed Off

Lyrics for Pissed Off

(1WayKay, you went off on this bitch) Phew, yeah, huh Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe Ayy, (yeah, yeah) Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe, ayy 762's, tryna knock him out his shoes, ayy Reach for this chain, fuck around and make the news, ayy (Reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, ayy) Ten toes, bitch I'm standin' on them 'til the day I'm gone Would've thought the Glock was full of Runtz, we done made him float Shitty Boyz, BabyTron, she choosin' if they play a song Secured the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home I'm the punch king, you cannot take my throne This some Creed, hundred dollars when I spray cologne I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hatin' bro? Pissed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor Stuffin dick in this bitch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a goat Winter time, I'ma throw some money up and make it snow (Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your ratings low) Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your ratings low In the trenches, iced up, shit, forgot I'm famous, bro Let a clown think shit sweet, we 'gon paint his nose Margiela steppin', if I trip, I might paint the floor One man army, but I ride around with six weapons Do the dash and swing the wide-body, it might get hectic Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson Done sellin' sauces, 10K just for six methods Ten thousand dollar fit on, walkin' around through the opp shit, huh They won't touch me though Half sleep, flyin' off some Wock ' I'm just chillin' in the cockpit, huh I just drunk a four I can switch it up, they missin' shit, they blickies glitchin' up I can't have a bitch around me if she on some iffy stuff I have this nine flyin' at you, like when Iggy jump Bitch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up You still got a ten, you need to get it up Wock party, you need five hundred tryna hit a cup Bob Marley, I'ma face this bitch, you can't hit my blunt Chopstick, swing around and doot-doot if he feelin' tough Huh, took his Carti's he was feelin' buff Ex-bitch losin', seen her out, lookin' hit as fuck Mike Amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us Pedal pushin', in my triple S's, finna triple up 'Tuh, keep a hammer like I'm Triple H Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's gettin' steak Everything heavy, bitch, you playin' with some little pape' Everything heavy, bitch, you playin' with some lil weight I was fucked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate Twelve flicked me, like I hope they know I'm finna get away Remember bein' fucked up, was prayin' for a bigger play Bitch I know you see my chain, I'm lookin' like the shit today Why the ugly hoes always instigate? Ugly road, bitch talk loose, up it in her face Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late Brodie caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates Phew, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, Shitty Boyz