7.62 God
Pooh Shiesty Lyrics


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Yeah
Uh, fuck the opps
Uh, free Shiesty, 7.62 K
Big Blrrrd, the biggest
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Ayy, ayy

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at (bitch)
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (ho)

I'm slidin' with 30, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
Ayy, you remember on that day I shot so fast the fifty bust?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us
I put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
Think my shooter done went deaf or somethin' 'cause all he do is stare
My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair

I put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
(I really thought the ho tried to leave her hair, this shit does really get crazy, man)
Think my shooter done went deaf or somethin' 'cause all he do is stare
My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
(I told y'all on day one that this shit get crazy)
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair (let's go)

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at (bitch)
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit

Ayy, he tried to run and hit the gate, left his lil' bitch ass on the fence
The day I go out like a ho gon' be the day they drown a fish
7.62s all through his body, stand over and watch him twitch (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Who can't slide drop-top through the city in the 'Vette with a switch? (Bitch)
Retaliation is a must, he die of cancer, kill his kid (his kid)
We think outside the box, suit up with chops and go spin in the whip (blrrrd, blrrrd)
.357, Glock .22 shots, the same shells as my SIG (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
He can't rock with us, he run with rat, cooperate with pig (rat)
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed (bleed)
Ten of them can die, won't satisfy me, I need twenty-three
Glock with the pin, don't know what gen, fifty round stuffed with RIPs
Hawk the boy down up in this Track', got soul snatchers in this Jeep

Yeah, yeah, it ain't no lockin' in with us unless we take you on a hit
The opps booked Shiest', but caught the drift
Geeski trailed everywhere they went
I'm the one who linked them E's
We both drop V's, but throw up C's
Thought 7.62s all he needs
'Til he got shot 'til he couldn't breathe
We the reason for 'em tees
Chopper squeeze and mama's grieve
Know what them three letters mean
The park slimed Slim out for his cheese
First I ran it up off weed
Then I doubled back in skis
It's a hundred racks, they bleed
Save her number under Knees
Police better not tell me, "Freeze"
Sell amphetamine in Ps
Nigga, my daddy never ratted, police shit run in your genes
I say, "Whack 'em," reason all your artists splattered
Play with me, the real OG
Some real got broke, the ones who don't son's RIP

Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
Rep Willett for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at
If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind that
And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me




Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit (ho)
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit (ho)

Overall Meaning

In Pooh Shiesty's song "7.62 God," he speaks about the violence and inner workings of gang life. The song opens with Pooh Shiesty, known as the "7.62 God," boasting about his reputation for firing his weapon with deadly accuracy. He warns against those around him who attempt to act tough, knowing that they would not be able to handle the violence he is capable of. He references the police chasing him, and his ability to navigate through any obstacle, including jumping fences and bending corners.


The chorus is repeated throughout the song, emphasizing the theme of gang loyalty and the dangerous consequences for those who cross Pooh Shiesty and his crew. He raps about his willingness to take risks, stating that if he shoots his gun, he knows that hundreds of shots will follow. He boasts about his power and influence in the city, claiming ownership of it and its music scene.


As the song goes on, Pooh Shiesty talks about his illegal activities and the illegal substances he consumes. He speaks about his friends and crew members who are in prison and his determination to free them. He reiterates the importance of loyalty and trust in the gang world, as he believes that people who want to be in his crew must sacrifice their lives for their loyalty.


Overall, "7.62 God" is a gritty and unapologetic song that delves deep into the violent, dangerous world of gang life. Pooh Shiesty raps about his reputation as a dangerous individual, his loyalty to his crew, and his willingness to take risks and engage in illegal activities to get ahead.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that
I don't believe people who act tough around me


He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
I shot him with my gun when he tried to escape


7.62 God, I got that name because I'm firin' that
I earned my nickname because I'm skilled at shooting a specific type of gun


Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at
I represent my area and will always be loyal to it


If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
My crew will always back me up and retaliate if I'm attacked


And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
I have a history with the police and they are always on my tail


Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
I move quickly and efficiently through dangerous situations with my crew


Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
I'm the best in my city and nobody can compare to me


Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day
I work hard and hustle all day and night


Shooters ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray
My crew is armed and ready to take action when necessary


Calmly burnin' these 'Woods, I been smokin' Runtz to the face
I smoke a lot of marijuana to keep me calm and focused


Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape
I mix cough syrup with soda to get high


Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape
I want my friends to be released from jail and if they can't, they might try to escape


Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped
I smuggle drugs through the mail and make sure they are well packaged


Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape
I have a lot of money and don't want to lose it


Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's
I am comfortable going to dangerous neighborhoods and know the police officers in the area


Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays
I hustle every day and come from a background of making money illegally


Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way
If I see someone who is down on their luck, I will take advantage of them to get what I want


Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A
I robbed someone for $35,000 because they were acting tough in Atlanta


Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac'
I warned the person I robbed not to make any sudden moves because I'm heavily armed


Lil' bitty bitch, brr
A disrespectful insult aimed at someone


We gon' do a, on a nigga, ayy
We're going to take violent action against someone


Sixty shots up in this chop, tryna hit thirty, nigga, ayy
My gun has 60 bullets and I'm trying to hit a target 30 times


I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you
I'm a tough guy and not afraid to get violent


Brr
A sound effect signifying gunshots or weapons being fired




Lyrics © SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor

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