Poles歌词

作词 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee/Bryson Potts
作曲 : Kevin Andre Price
Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (Winner's circle)
Extended the clips in all of my guns,
I could go to war with ISIS
Keep the strap up on my hip,
They say, "Lil' chop a dyke"
Hit her from the back one time,
I ain't doin' no mother****in' wifin'
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin'
I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automatics
Dressed in that guala, *****, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These *****s fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden
If a **** ***** play we gon' **** it up
Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, are you gon' **** or what?
Ayy, *****
Ayy, you gon' **** or nah?
I told her, "Drop her drawers"
And she was gaggin' on the ****, her tongue was on my *****
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
*****, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his *****-ass
I'm leavin' *****s layin' in the mud for ****in' ****bags
They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and ****?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and ****
I'm the one buyin' their clothes and ****
VVS on my neck and they froze and ****
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now
Smoke a whole lotta ****, I ain't flashin' out
My chopper kill just like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some ****in' lube
I'm ****ed up in the head, I might just pull up
And shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This ***** tried to rob me
So you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Put the gang on the ***** like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'
Ayy, what the **** a ***** wanna do
I got 'bout four, five choppers
When I'm ridin' in my coupe
And *****, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a ***** need a toothpick
'Cause there's steak stuck in my tooth
How many guns I got? A lot
And *****, we trapping' spot to spot
And you would think this **** is gumbo
But it's **** up in the pot
And *****, my pockets is on swol',
And it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this *****, *****, you a bombaclot
Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag,
But she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast,
Mama couldn't do nothin'
I spend guala in public, all my *****s,
They do what I do, like puppies
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin',
In the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin'
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some ****in' lube
I'm ****ed up in the head,
I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This ***** tried to rob me
So you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Put the gang on the ***** like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'