JPay & CorrLinks Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

[Intro]
Let’s go, Ramone
Fu*k that, let’s go, TP, turn this s*it up
Stamp that, n!gga, really, really turn this b!tch up, n!gga, turn the ho up
Yeah, alright, n!gga

[Verse]
N!gga, I don’t need no ho to help me
Ain’t got nothing to offer but pu*sy, she just wanna ride for free
Can’t let her beat me out my d!ck, can’t cuff no ho ain’t rich as me
Turn my lil’ ho to my b!tch, I should’ve left her as my freak
Liked it better when she had tricks, she used to sneak with me

Give me lip service for breakfast, Charlamagne, Angela Yee
B!tch, I wear these pants, play your role, b!tch, quit nagging me
‘Rari truck, big s*it on my nеck, ain’t no avoiding me
Your b!tch looked up your net worth, this b!tch rеally look up to me
She keep up with guns, them members tote and gon’ throw for me
Every foreign car and ho I get gotta see Cane Creek
I wrap all my chains around the fire hydrant on Willett Street
If I let her rock that Richard when we fu*k, then she unique
I turned into Michael Phelps when that water got real deep
This a striker, it been on for days, it ain’t got no key
Hank went state when I went fed, he JPay, I’m CorrLinks
Love to put s*it in that trick bag, watch who next I rock to sleep
Heard he say he gon’ knock off my dread as soon as I hit the street
Cut the sheet to tote my lock, but my shank built up in the sink
I just served a n!gga five scripts and thirteen IDs
High-speed, ride with me, baby, we gon’ get away
Doing time, I’m a king, smoking plenty caps a day
CMO carved in my face, I pray to Lil T twice a day
He was real imposter, sliding fake, I felt it in his face
So I blew up that hot n!gga, but his paperwork was straight
He told before in the state, it was on a formacy case
After that, put him on IG, rat emoji on his fac
ot the drops, I heard he landed at Polak the other day
Going out of bounds, tryna catch up with bruh, out here with that Drac’
B!tches gave Hank eighteen years, we meet on FaceTime every day

If I could do half of it with him, s*it, I’m signing right away
‘Til that time come, we gon’ keep popping and putting it in they face
All these n!ggas drop they nuts on 30, swear to God, they played
Cuz, I swear to God, I don’t know why n!gga throwing techs in the game
Cuz, I swear to God, I don’t know why all these n!ggas be moving lame
Rolls-Royce umbrella, two Berettas, b!tch, bold in the rain
I can’t wait to turn my codies up, lil’ D. Rose and Bank
N!gga, free Hank, n!gga, free Clyde and Keith, free Murda, free the gang
Free Woo Brazy, free D. Rose, free Cole Murda, free E Banger
Free that pu*sy n!gga, don’t crop him out the picture, I’ma paint him, n!gga
I’m a gangster, all angles, rose gold Hellcat Durango
Young and dangerous, twisting fingers, been everywhere they said I can’t go
Bullets raining through your poncho, front and backend, all huncho
I’m in the car watching for undo while lil’ bruh ‘nem in the gun show
I can’t never go like them