Sheesh lyrics

[Intro: Tracy]
KimJ On The Beat!
Ahhahaha
(Goddamn I'm high)
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Lil Tracy)
Tracy, Tracy, yah
Huh, you ain’t high as me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yuh, yuh, yah, sheesh
Damn, high as f*ck (Sheesh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus]
Sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, b*tch, I'm off the leash
Leavin’ the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your b*tch sucking and f*cking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa

[Verse 1: King Zell]
I know you see me stuntin', that sh*t ain't bout nothin', yeah
I been getting money, now these b*tches wanna love me, yeah
But it ain't no loving, yeah
Young n*gga so f*ckin' handsome got these hoes blushing, yeah
Hot like I’m over stove, I be in my glow
Now I’m in my mode, Super Saiyan on these hoes
She like, "Damn, you boys on fire" baby, I already know
Ready, Set, Go I'm f*cking her fast but wanted me to go slow
Feel like Tracy, orange chicken, b*tch, I’m sauce drippin'
Tryna copy my style, n*gga, you be sauce flippin'
I'm a rockstar, baby, I’m so used to pimpin'
Busting these b*tches and dippin'
Now that b*tch wanna play me like a mission, but I'm not slippin' Yeah
[Chorus: Tracy]
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, b*tch, I'm off the leash
Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your b*tch sucking and f*cking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa


[Verse 2: Tay Harper]
Damn, damn, blunt like seven grams
Watch me do my dab, ooh, number one like cam
I don't want ya girl, boy, but she want my xans
I fed it to her, yup, she ate that b*tch right out my hand
I'm a rockstar, rap-star, pop-star
No matter how you lookin' at it, b*tch, I'm still a star
Lil baby got a way with Harper, now she in the stars
I want a Phantom, Mazi, Bentley and a Jaguar
She do exotic type of sh*t and she love my wrist
My gold like bling-bling and my diamonds dance like Chris
Louis V that's on my shades, barely see my eyes
We get so f*ckin' high we feel paralyzed

[Chorus: Tracy]
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain't high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, b*tch, I'm off the leash
Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your b*tch sucking and f*cking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, f*ck, whoa