Pissy Staircase Songtext
von A$AP Twelvyy

I wrote a album, in them pissy staircases
Champagne, in them pissy staircases
Made a fortune, in them pissy staircases
There′s hieroglyphics, in them pissy staircases
I saw a body, in them pissy staircase


In a pissy staircase, where pussy nigga get chased
Lil tay tripping, when his mother sold us 2k, for some k2
On his born day
Shit different
When you hit it, hit different
I think it's base, or either laced
Either way
You a chump, like a rum snatcher
My style punk, and I punk rappers
I dump blunts, like they don′t matter
I double cup, all my nutcrackers
I bust my nut, can't give a fuck, who she fuck after
I'm down to fuck, bust my luck, like what the fuck happen
I press my luck, like what the fuck
Yea

Hey man, Imma shoot the damn, dice
You understand, Imma shoot ′em?
And, Imma send everyone of you, motherfuckers home, broke
Shoot ′em

I remember baking, in them pissy staircases
Even bitches catching fades, wigs and messy laces
I could give a buck 50, so they say I'm two faced
I just spit it, like my tooth aching

Pissy staircases
Champagne, in them pissy staircases
Made a fortune, in them pissy staircases
It′s hieroglyphics, in them pissy staircases


Zero probability
Hustle with the chances
Murder, my vicinity
Magic, my facility
Tools, cut utility
Greek freak, ability
Galileo, star struck
Hard times, hard luck
Now they want, the guard up
Time to floor, the car up
Hop out, pop out
College boy, dropout
Glock out, knockout
Post up, and box out
Toast up, with knots out
Close up, then pop up
Froze up, his hide out
Rock on it, rock out
New dimensional
New principle
Old money, on the visual
Till infinity, for my criminals, and my sentinels

Pissy staircases
Champagne, in them pissy staircases
Made a fortune, in them pissy staircases
There's hieroglyphics, in them pissy staircases