Lyrics of 'Pissy', a Collaboration Song Between Gucci Mane, Roddy Rich, and Nardo Wick

Kapanlagi.com - Pissy is a collaboration song between Gucci Mane, Roddy Rich, and Nardo Wick. The song was released on May 5, 2023, and produced by "Will" NoSleep, Koncept P, and "Avo" NoSleep.

Check out the lyrics below!

(Hey, Will)

(Will, what that is?)

Well, damn

(Do you not get the Koncept?)

Takin' all facts, grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy

Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes

Show me what that new Mercedes do

Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue

All my young niggas know is some revenue

I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans

I don't pull up to court for no settlements

All white and the coupe look angelic

We was lookin' around for the baddest of bitches, so I had to go out and vet it

If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks 'cause back then, I had to get ahead of it

You my cousin, but you ain't my relative

The outside of the coupe black like melanin

I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian 'cause I got some Australians

Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go)

Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (Ugh)

Rock big blue stones like I'm Nipsey (Nip')

I pop champagne 'til I'm tipsy (Huh)

Still be spendin' M's in my sixties (Well, damn)

Please don't try the 'Wop 'cause it's risky

Ain't no mystery in my history (No)

Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah)

Hit with that switchy, shoot 'til it's empty (Go)

Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), ball like Zion before the injury (Ballin')

I ain't broke, you can't fix me (Nah), havin' power, feelin' like 50 (50)

Eastside of the city where this shit can get really sticky (6)

Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (No)

In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones (Brr)

White stones, Wilma Flintstones, came a long way from a herringbone (Well, damn)

All started from a mini-phone, I ran it up and my money long (It's long)

Had to take a chance for two hundred bands 'cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop)

Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy

(kpl/njp)