CMO Freestyle Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

Read the full CMO Freestyle lyrics by Pooh Shiesty from the album All Eyes On Shiest along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Pooh Shiesty’s music, you can also explore Reckless Living and Booty Club, two other songs by Pooh Shiesty.

[Intro: Baby Slime]
(Come on, ayy, TP, come on with this s*it, man)
Blrrrd

[Verse 1: Baby Slime]
I said I’m all day in the Wraith, two choppers and a box of blacks
You know I’m riding ’round mad, I’m tryna pin something out the MACs
Fast-forward, I ain’t on that, I’m tryna kill a n!gga with success
But n!ggas still be playing, give me the urge to go and lay something to rest
I be sick of them weak-ass texts, stop being a b!tch and be direct
And they know anytime it was static, I ain’t never dodge no wreck
Baby, they cut me a ballplayer check, it’s emerald diamonds on my neck

Your BD a peon, he ain’t on s*it, I’m overly loaded, can’t say I ain’t lit
S*it worth a half of brick on my wrist, I put it on, go post in the trenches
I’m the type of n!gga hold a grudge, make you pay blood for my forgiveness
I’m still the same young n!gga, I’m forever on that and I’m forever with it
If I get the drop, just know I’m coming to pay you a visit

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty & BIG30]
I’m head huncho, I’m ‘posed to be focused, frontline on the mission
Baby Slime took something from you, chalk it up, b!tch, we can’t fix it
You want something back? Pull up on Willett, we tote chopsticks in the trenches
Rose-gold Patek face two-fifty, I leave it on when I go killing
Quit leaving footprints in them group chats, putting the police in the business
All my members know it’s bucking, bopping, robbing, drug dealing
He tried to tax off of five hundred, he got bucked ‘fore he reached glizzy
Want a silencer, but the black market been fu*ked up for a minute
I want a ton, but the ‘bow market been fu*ked up as of lately
Last night, I got chased by the pigs going to pick up some bacon
My lil’ crooked-teeth South Memphis ho talking ’bout we need some straight
Threw the spikes out, I eased on the curb, got away, b!tch, I gave it (Blrrrd, ayy)

[Verse 3: BIG30 & K Carbon]
N!gga, my earring cost a baby (A baby), I still act like I can’t hear (Can’t)
N!ggas said they smoking Nuskie (Ooh), we sparked on they ass a year (A year straight)
Hit your function eleven deep, it’s twenty-two fullies in here (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
All of us strapped with two switches (Some fullies), everybody screaming out, “Blrrrd” (Pu*sy)

Put my gang around my neck (Choppa), I put my city on my back (B!tch)
N!ggas better bend they finger, n!gga, every folk getting cracked (On gang)
N!gga, we got an opp, drop off a bag of chips, n!gga, them facts (No way)
Pu*sy, go clean up your block, you damn near died over this snack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This the same house from off of Google Maps, his ass was sweet
Don’t believe that s*it on IG, n!gga, I’m neck-deep in the street (Yeah, dumb-ass n!gga)
Poke my chest out when it beat (My chest), n!gga, I’m way deep, Tyreek (Rrr, rrr, Tyreek)
Boy, I step on s*it for real, go ask all the opps ’bout my feet, n!gga (It’s Carbon)

[Verse 4: K Carbon]
If we ain’t talking ’bout my pu*sy, then ain’t s*it else sweet, n!gga (Huh?)
Quit asking when we linking, I need 30K just to meet, n!gga (The fu*k?)
Antisocial, I don’t fu*k with hoes (Uh-uh), I don’t greet b!tches (Uh-uh)
Shake her ass, never at me in a post (Uh-uh), but I seen her sneak dissing (Huh?)
Flawless diamonds in my neck and ear (Alright)
In my mansion, I got choppers under chandeliers (Brrt)
You ain’t never had no motion, ho (At all), huh, come get near (B!tch)
Quick as you can blink, I’ll make your n!gga disappear (Brrt, brrt)
We got automatics, tell me who want static (Huh?)
Make your ass lay like a pallet (Ho), b!tch, it’s up like attics (It’s up)
Money-making addict, b!tch, I’m up off Addys
Last hit I seen got tragic (On God), my lil’ n!ggas crashing (Fah, fah)
We shoot rrr with a passion, got rid of opps, we was fasting
I’ma shoot my shot, uh-uh, I ain’t passing (Uh-huh)
My lil’ n!ggas ‘nem will shoot a movie, on ma, who’s casting? (Fah, fah, fah)
Day Shiesty met me, I was making choppers sing, Tony Brazy (Uh)
Even if it’s dirty, never lacking, I put that beef on my sandwich
Blrrrd