歌词
作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts
Polo G:
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mike Will Made it
Lil Capalot, nigga, h
Tay Keith, **** these niggas up
Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class
Used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rap shit , I was hustlin
And doin' highspeeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi', but I ball like king
Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' the pressure, I go on the run
And it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this
Had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us, well you need to go watch the news
Niggas know we be dropping shi
Got the feds on my ass in the hood
'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and shit
I'm just focused on music
They say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit )
I be rocking a show, or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm ****ing this cash off
Don't you know Polo G, skinny, tall, with the dreads
That lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery
Still wanna climb from the back, just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with Rockets we blast off
Tried to throw us some niggas, but we made them fumble
Now you ain't getting that pass out
Finna block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gonna be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like front, we knockin his cap off
Another day, another chain on or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X)
Stunna 4 Vegas:
That boy a bitch, that's his dad faul
If you play then you late, we can crash out (Let's go)
When I'm up in his shit , bet his man down (Ooh)
pullin' them bands out (Cap)
D.O.A., nigga I catch your man of
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothing, I fought my advance off
When I hit the game with my floor niggas, ran out, **** it (No, cap
I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop with no budget
My little youngins want him a bucket
I hop on his dick and run it (Uh
If I said it, I seen it and done it (Uh, uh)
These lil' niggas never rob nobody
Ain't caught nobody, and ain't getting no money (Cap)
Where I'm from, it's sport to gunplay
We adopt to the killer and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
I pop my first xan I been had hood fame (Yeah)
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star but still post on the runway
Them niggas talk, but don't want play
We let them descent like the choir on Sunday
NLE Choppa:
Yeah, yeah
Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin'
This Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin', I'm chagin' the su**ect
The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
Why the **** you got a gun, you not gonna bust it
And the hundred round shots, I ain't doin' no tussin'
Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I learned about wrappin' them bodies and shit
I ****ed the bitch, and when I get don
I'ma up my clock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock ou
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I dont know why the police keep ****ing with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin shit , yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth licked
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craiglist
Shoot and opp in the brain, I'm leavin' the stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin'
My gun need some draws, he got nothin
Whole gang, we strapped on testos
If a nigga need play, he gon' get bust, yea
NLE, the Top Shotta, don dodda
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah