Shyste Time - Bobby Shmurda

They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died

Look around bitch, it’s shyste time

But shyste ain’t dead, he just went to Vegas

With his .45 and a couple Haitians

Bitch you ain’t ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking

Don’t make King County have another patient

Harlem Zoes I brought with me, bitch them niggas Haitians

No green card don’t call immigration

I’m on the road to the money, bitch I keep 'em chasing

No conversation with these bitches, see these bitches later

I’m racing to the shmoney that’s my destination

Lajan Lo I let Bob translate

Black on black Audi thats my transportation

Bitch act like I’m fronting bitch no hesitation

No one-on-one with the squad, ho, no isolation

I’ll have you on the doctor table getting operations

Oh yeah my highs with the shits, that’s cooperation

And we don’t tell the cops shit, no corroboration (not at all)

Oh yeah it’s shmoney on my mind, that’s my occupation

Oh yeah my Shmurda in this bitch that’s why them guns was sprayin'

Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard get that shmoney bitch

I bust that shmoney dance now she on a shmoney dick

Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard I get that shmoney bitch

Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard she on that shmoney dick

Got a pocket full of shmoney like a pocketful

I got a pocketful of crippies that’ll pop it to you

I got a pocketful for a nigga, got a pocketful

And they buy out the bar when they want to

Its cocaine time when I’m in the field

With my shooters bitch it’s game time

See a fuck nigga, open fire, I don’t aim mine (why not)

Let that thing fly, we hitting niggas with the same nine

Who let a word fly, all my niggas do the same time

I hit that ass with the same nine

When Jordan went and hit that hang time

And Monte went and he just banged five

Quato caught a fuck boy and he slang nine

Even Sha Sha gave it up, I heard he slang fire

Larry Bird that’s that shooter, he get face time

All my niggas in the field, bitch the gang nine

We making 'Kane smile