Pussy Songtext
von Clipse

All I wanted growing up was remote controls
Now my whole life remote controlled
Hit the block, dope controlled
Got ghetto corners choking slow
Grandmama go to church tryna soak my soul, oh
This one′s for my foes
Find yourself in a hopeless hole tryna go against him
I puppet you Pinocchios
Flows on strings, it is what it seems
Just call me Geppetto or Young Stock Market
Put money in your pocket
'Cause when Pusha talk it, it′s the object, then I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh, pink diamonds, huh
Said it in a rhyme, now the industry got pink eye
Contagious, flows high demand
Like the new Louis Vuitton monogram, pastels is cute
How you niggas follow suit so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from hell
Nigga, the Franchize'll start track sales, uh


I ain't into fat lipping, I′m into gat gripping
A cat slipping is a cat dripping
Why I say that? The gat slipping, the MAC spitting
The cat dripping, look in the mirror, you′s a fat kitten
Pussy

They rather see me not breathing than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous-hearted niggas, y'all wear it on your sleeve
Like a scarlet letter for the world to see
Can′t hide the truth, descendants of Cain
So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My game way grown, this is known fact
When cats was Ac′ Coupe, I was Cadillac chrome
I'm not these rap kids with childish antics
Who make diss records, who rock hats backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not average weight
This is not pinching pennies, bitch, this is carrot cake
This is the difference ′tween rookies and the pros
They patterned after me, they cookie-cut my flow
But so, I'm never one to be jel'
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well"


I ain′t into fat lipping, I′m into gat gripping
A cat slipping is a cat dripping
Why I say that? The gat slipping, the MAC spitting
The cat dripping, look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten
Pussy

This is the remix, this is the remix
Let me introduce 6ix9ine Don, Re-Up Records
Ab-Liva, come on

Come back to the snow shoveler, back to my old customers
Back of that Maybach was meant for them old hustlers
The coke bubblers, an art to it all
See, my whip game was pro, just a lil′ alcohol
And I oused it all 'cause niggas was mouthing off
But my ratio was crazy, making they brows fall
They praying for downfall, I slay ′em with pounds raw
The price right, seen 'em take ′em away like Calgon
Yeah, they did, nigga, had 'em screaming a foul call
'Cause I had O′s for six when it was droughts on (Woo)
While you niggas was getting your brows on
I off both, circle the lot, what them miles for?
Top off, feel the sun, it was smiling like South Star
You niggas barely made it, you playing your wild card
You niggas get teched by making the wild chard
You pussy, and all that you say is gon′ sound odd

I ain't into fat lipping, I′m into gat gripping
A cat slipping is a cat dripping
Why I say that? The gat slipping, the MAC spitting
The cat dripping, look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten
Pussy

Yeah, it′s not over
It is the remix, it is the remix
Let me introduce Sand Cannon (Daddy)
Sandman, come on

Crispy tan Dickies, brush butter
Sharp cut, I park up, yell "Woah" at a perfect diamond
Hello with the perfect timing
She Tweety Bird 'bout my yellow diamonds
I don′t mind it (Nah), daddy attract 'em
Magnet, attach 'em, bypass ′em in the Phantom
I fasten, pussy, don′t push me
And never did truly, this revenue moves me
Like a light paper cup in the wind
I call your paper cut, you're paper-thin
My paper up, I don′t pay that much
My connect a genuine friend
He know I came and I'm coming again
That′s a Morgasm
Niggas get out of line, we let the morgue have 'em
Blow they thoughts out they mind and let the Lord have ′em
All because I ball, you crawl
I'm up, you stuck
You been dead, should've killed yourself