Issue No 117 Shhh Remix Lyrics
Shhh (Remix) by Issue No. 117
(feat. Tracy T, Meek Mill, & Rick Ross)
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Tell to get my little niggas with the Rico
Fact real
Maybach money gang
Master my own
Double up, oh
Nigga tell me how you want it with the savage
It go crazy where I'm living it's tragic,
If you could take it from my pocket you can have it
And you know I got a body bag and I'm trash
And you know I got an old thought you can have
Nigga come f*ck my own bitch
Niggas could eat my own p**sy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how to stove
Nigga all I really wanna was the pirates
A couple hundred bodies nexes and the projects
You know my plus they can let it like direct
I mean Miami, my bitches like will .. that
I feel this f*cking official like where your mom at
And f*ck the coppers, I got choppers for the come back
Couldn't believe that my nigga say we was selling grenades
A bullshit and I'ma seat you where balm at
These see niggas sitting west west dope
You know a chopper price get this low
See I cop in Atlanta, bring em back to Alabama avenue
And telling niggas come and get and let's go
Fifty in the mack, tell em feelin rose
Bitches in my kitchen with the simmies on flow
All I know, I wanna get a body night
With his head and his laugh and his body at the light
Purches me some acting em, .. I'm a spite
Tell the bitch keep count she can be count ..
Will the bitch finish might purse sir flight
Might take a whole life, might fuck em all night
Right right
You know I hate to seat twice, with the p**sy ass niggas
.. about that life.
P**sy ass niggas ain't that like
P**sy ass nigga ain't 'bout that life
2 x Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Meek Mill:]
And my cousin shooers on shooters
Bang bang bang bang bang
Knock em down, hundred rows, lot of pows
Kill a ground on the F, how you want a quarter thing?
everything all slut, your act nigga pull a Hammer on you
Pull up on a nigga and in California
Teach a lane, how to flip a couple normers,
whole summer, dope runners, get more couples
money got me gig, gig gig
now I need more
LA hundred talk, praying in them ?? laws
Copin' that, get wax, nigga ten four,
And the winners just wippin' nigga head off,
Clip long as a little nigga let dog
And it that and the barrel just smoke
Close casket, nigga head off,
Been the top bang yeah I'm in the foreign
Wild body in the sin and no ..
Chop the kid get like Chuck Norris
Why flurin' and my engine full of horses,
Every day insane nigga I'm a monster
Cocaine white young nigga flip ..
Blow I'm a fortune, me and on the fortunes
Nigga don't ate Aka's lighting up for you
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Verse]
Daddy in the clip get the whole thing,
Fast know a nigga bust all that
Shoot em in his head for his gold chain
You was runnin' ball, we are selling cocaine
Talking 'bout your buy bricks, nigga you ain't got shit
We were selling all of keys,
We was like the lock Smith
25 hundred for the red bottle,
.. man, five bands for the .. nigga
I'm runnin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
GKF a hundred for the rave nigga
AK AK AK nigga, 3 K I got it niga
And now I put you in your place nigga
You got shoot box, when they got safe nigga hold on
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Rick Ross:]
Automatic pistol nigga let it to see
She a bad bitch, she a jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Did they even wall with the brico,
Bitches looking at me teack and look me all this chairs
Is the .. war to a buss full of cage
Master P money I can pull up in the tank
See a murder shooter and no .. of the way
Still sleeping and you will see niggas to the room
Rich niggas coming, you broke niggas better move
At the front door got, where you got work
Three point five with a P at the purp,
Now is six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin Lord forgive me that the .. and then see me
At the pair I'm a .. go and get it
My new plug don't f*ck with the cut
My new bitch getting fucked in the butt
Right by the trust see me sitting on the trunk
Nigga said they coming through but they see strup that what?
nigga run a nigga out for the brown bare,
Feel I wanna know how much in the brown bear
Nigga swinging this sneack for the brown bear
Your bitch he would take my number and the brown bear
But all I ever wanted ws a kilo
And even a little hoe ..
Sitting on purp nigga still got a plan
Still moving work, uh what a night
Uh what a night, uh what a night!
Was a bitch and that p**sy get a 200 likes
Get .. of that lacks ..
Shit!
Shit
Shit!
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Tell to get my little niggas with the Rico
Fact real
Maybach money gang
Master my own
Double up, oh
Nigga tell me how you want it with the savage
It go crazy where I'm living it's tragic,
If you could take it from my pocket you can have it
And you know I got a body bag and I'm trash
And you know I got an old thought you can have
Nigga come f*ck my own bitch
Niggas could eat my own p**sy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how to stove
Nigga all I really wanna was the pirates
A couple hundred bodies nexes and the projects
You know my plus they can let it like direct
I mean Miami, my bitches like will .. that
I feel this f*cking official like where your mom at
And f*ck the coppers, I got choppers for the come back
Couldn't believe that my nigga say we was selling grenades
A bullshit and I'ma seat you where balm at
These see niggas sitting west west dope
You know a chopper price get this low
See I cop in Atlanta, bring em back to Alabama avenue
And telling niggas come and get and let's go
Fifty in the mack, tell em feelin rose
Bitches in my kitchen with the simmies on flow
All I know, I wanna get a body night
With his head and his laugh and his body at the light
Purches me some acting em, .. I'm a spite
Tell the bitch keep count she can be count ..
Will the bitch finish might purse sir flight
Might take a whole life, might fuck em all night
Right right
You know I hate to seat twice, with the p**sy ass niggas
.. about that life.
P**sy ass niggas ain't that like
P**sy ass nigga ain't 'bout that life
2 x Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Meek Mill:]
And my cousin shooers on shooters
Bang bang bang bang bang
Knock em down, hundred rows, lot of pows
Kill a ground on the F, how you want a quarter thing?
everything all slut, your act nigga pull a Hammer on you
Pull up on a nigga and in California
Teach a lane, how to flip a couple normers,
whole summer, dope runners, get more couples
money got me gig, gig gig
now I need more
LA hundred talk, praying in them ?? laws
Copin' that, get wax, nigga ten four,
And the winners just wippin' nigga head off,
Clip long as a little nigga let dog
And it that and the barrel just smoke
Close casket, nigga head off,
Been the top bang yeah I'm in the foreign
Wild body in the sin and no ..
Chop the kid get like Chuck Norris
Why flurin' and my engine full of horses,
Every day insane nigga I'm a monster
Cocaine white young nigga flip ..
Blow I'm a fortune, me and on the fortunes
Nigga don't ate Aka's lighting up for you
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Verse]
Daddy in the clip get the whole thing,
Fast know a nigga bust all that
Shoot em in his head for his gold chain
You was runnin' ball, we are selling cocaine
Talking 'bout your buy bricks, nigga you ain't got shit
We were selling all of keys,
We was like the lock Smith
25 hundred for the red bottle,
.. man, five bands for the .. nigga
I'm runnin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
GKF a hundred for the rave nigga
AK AK AK nigga, 3 K I got it niga
And now I put you in your place nigga
You got shoot box, when they got safe nigga hold on
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
[Rick Ross:]
Automatic pistol nigga let it to see
She a bad bitch, she a jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Did they even wall with the brico,
Bitches looking at me teack and look me all this chairs
Is the .. war to a buss full of cage
Master P money I can pull up in the tank
See a murder shooter and no .. of the way
Still sleeping and you will see niggas to the room
Rich niggas coming, you broke niggas better move
At the front door got, where you got work
Three point five with a P at the purp,
Now is six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin Lord forgive me that the .. and then see me
At the pair I'm a .. go and get it
My new plug don't f*ck with the cut
My new bitch getting fucked in the butt
Right by the trust see me sitting on the trunk
Nigga said they coming through but they see strup that what?
nigga run a nigga out for the brown bare,
Feel I wanna know how much in the brown bear
Nigga swinging this sneack for the brown bear
Your bitch he would take my number and the brown bear
But all I ever wanted ws a kilo
And even a little hoe ..
Sitting on purp nigga still got a plan
Still moving work, uh what a night
Uh what a night, uh what a night!
Was a bitch and that p**sy get a 200 likes
Get .. of that lacks ..
Shit!
Shit
Shit!
Hook 'Tracy T:
Thuggin, buzzin , havin' shit
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit,
Cause a hundred, hundred bottle
Nigga you ain't pop shit
Are you thuggin in the clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit,
Spending hundred on these hoes
Nigga you ain't f*ck shit
Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh