Lyrics For Ishuu By Faith Nketsi
verse 1
I’m a ten out of ten
Your bitch is a six, she couldn’t maintain me
I’m poppin’ I need an advance
I’m always declinging them deals
I’m only worth mills
I’m getting a bag
Don’t care what they talking about
But I don’t understand
You hating on me, cash in the sheets
Count it up, toss it up
Count it up, rack it up
Count it up, toss it up
Count it up, rack it up
Young and I’m lit, lyrically fit
Tell your bitch get off my dick
Tell your nigga I got more figures
Some’n like B, cash like Jigga
Ooh I’m bad, heart attack
I got more game than I run them back
When I got my money
Got back to my Rolley, got back to my ?
Bitches say I’m showin’ off
Y’all can’t get it and go
My pussy covered in gold
I need my cheque then cut it up
Bitch stay wanting
I roll my cheque, it’s lit, yeah light it up
My shot is hot like geyser
Roya like Caesar, smoking Sativa
Why you trippin’ like a diva
Bitches crying like a river (Reever)
Who got the game, who be running now
Labels with money be calling out
I’m hot as fuck, it’s like the sun is out
No Michael Jordan, I could ? now
chorus
I kill them all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishhuu, ishhuu
Like satan, I get loose
You can’t walk in my shoes
I like my shit in two
I kill them all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
Ishhuu, ishhuu
I kill them all, get proof
I rack it up, got loose
Doing numbers out the roof
verse 2
I got a little bomb and I detonate
Y’all know I elevate sluts
But I bar hard on the 808
Take it to the top
Write a song in a private jet
So lit, one song then I overtake
Riding on a horse, let it andale
Want anew Porsche and a crib in the hills
Drop my tip, y’all about to get chills
Tell all these rappers it’s about to get real
Who got the game, who be running now
Labels with money be calling out
I’m hot as fuck, it’s like the sun is out
No Michael Jordan, I could ? now
chorus