SHEESH - Gallo

Sheesh

I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease

Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth

Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe

That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street

I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me

I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me

This is murder, third degree

Kill the beat, yelling sheesh

I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease

Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth

Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe

That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street

I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me

I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me

This is murder, third degree

Kill the beat, yelling sheesh

Uh

You either step up (Up)

Or you get stepped on (On)

If you think that you got it (Got it)

Then you are dead wrong (Wrong)

I think my head’s gone

Prolly (Prolly)

Hotter than some wasabi (Woo!)

Never tired, if I was, then I’d be born on Kawasaki (Sheesh!)

Always spinning, always winning

She put up, secure the digits (Aye!)

Independent for minute

If I drop, you better sit down

Dallas, Texas, Jason Witten

In my zone, the rules are written (Yeah)

If you think you got enough, then double down, ain’t close to finish (No!)

Sheesh

I’m on the 'Gram so much these days that I forget to eat (To eat)

She tryna climb on me so much, so I say «Take a seat» (A seat)

I opperate so fast, motherfuckers say «Can you wait for me?»

(For me)

But it’s too late now, shoulda played with me 'cause now I’m way too deep

Sheesh!

Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases)

Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it

Stakes are highest, take or leave it

I produce it once I dream it (Yeah)

You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah)

Sheesh

I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease

Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth

Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe

That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street

I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me

I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me

This is murder, third degree (Aye)

Kill the beat

Yelling sheesh

I got friends that need to grow up (Grow up)

Ones that always show up (Yuh)

Some that always pull up

Even when they had a glow up

Hold up, maybe I should slow up (Oh God)

Think I said too much (Yuh)

Living in this house of cards, I hold the royal flush (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Gettin' hot, let 'em watch (Woo!)

Talkin' business, move the (Aye)

Switch the cost, that’s a lot

than thirty rocks (Rocks)

Never gloss, ticking clocks

Put you with my dirty socks (Ugh)

The only way I’m going under if is I’m sinking burning shots

Check direct deposit

That shit gone before I got it (It's gone)

Got no worries, got no problems

I invest, don’t fill my closet (No)

Got the drip like broken faucets

Keep my trust deep in the process (Yuh)

Quick and clean, you see me flossin'

Juice is not what like the sauce is (Yuh)

Sheesh

Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases)

Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it

Stakes are highest, take or leave it

I produce it once I dream it (Yeah)

You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah)

Sheesh

I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease

Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth

Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe

That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street

I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me

I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me

This is murder, third degree (Aye)

Kill the beat

Yelling sheesh

Sheesh

I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease

Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth

Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe

That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street

I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me

I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me

This is murder, third degree (Aye)

Kill the beat

Yelling sheesh

Sheesh

Sheesh

Sheesh