Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick)
 作词 : Radric Davis/Paul Penso/William Benoit/Avery Halliburton/Rodrick Moore Jr./Horace B. Walls III
 作曲 : Radric Davis/Paul Penso/William Benoit/Avery Halliburton/Rodrick Moore Jr./Horace B. Walls III
 Well, damn

 Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me
 I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
 And my four wheels come with road kiss
 I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
 Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
 It ain't no way you could diss me
 Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
 And my wrist and ring, it look pissy, hey

 Put on them daisy-do's, show me what that new Mercedes do
 Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
 All my young niggas know it's some revenue
 I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans
 I don't pull up to court for no settlements
 All white and the coupe look angelic
 We was lookin' around for the baddest of bitches
 So I had to go out and vet it
 If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks
 'Cause back in, I had to get ahead of it
 You my cousin, but you ain't my relative
 The outside of the coupe black, like melanin
 I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian, 'cause I got some Australians

 Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me
 I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
 And my four wheels come with road kiss
 I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
 Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
 It ain't no way you could diss me
 Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
 And my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go)

 Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (Uh)
 Walk big blue stones, like I'm Nipsey (Nip')
 I pop champagne, 'til I'm tipsy (Uh)
 Still be spendin' M's in my sixties (Well, damn)
 Please don't try the 'Wop, 'cause it's risky
 Ain't no mystery in my history (No)
 Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah)
 Hit with that switchie, shoot 'til it's empty (Go)
 Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), car like Zion, before the entry (Ballin')
 I ain't broke, you can't fix me (Nah), havin' power, feelin' like 50 (50)
 Eastside of the city, where this shit can get really sticky (Sticks)
 Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (No)
 In a yellow coupe, with a yellow bone
 With my Jacob on, with the yellow stones (Brr)
 White stones, movin' Flintstones
 Came a long way from a herring bowl (Well, damn)
 All started from a mini-phone
 I ran it up and my money long (It's long)
 Had to take a chance, for two-hundred bands
 'Cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop)

 Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me
 I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
 And my four wheels come with road kiss
 I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
 Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
 It ain't no way you could diss me
 Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
 And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

 Neck look pissy, uh, please don't touch, it's risky, uh
 My finger itchin', uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh
 They say we livin', uh, I say "We ain't lived enough"
 They say we did it, uh, I say "We ain't did enough" (Brr)
 I don't hang with sheep (Uh-uh), I pull up, Lamb'
 I interrupt his sentences (Huh?), before he can talk blind (Grrah)
 Cook a whole thirty-seven (Uh), she hate when I call her mine (Don't do that)
 She gave me head for a hour, her coochie say "Well, damn" (Well, damn)
 I got your bitch on the leash (Yeah), she don't ever get too far
 She make you **** in the bed, she let me hit in the car
 Please stop blowin' her up, she with me, yeah, see you tomorrow
 She say her wishes to me, she know I'm a shootin' star (Grrah, grrah)

 Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me
 I'm from the Westside, where it get sticky
 And my four wheels come with road kiss
 I got Elliott, like I'm Missy
 Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
 It ain't no way you could diss me
 Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
 And my wrist and ring, it look pissy