[Intro]
Polo G, man
You already know who it is, Polo G
I'm finna show em why my name should be in discussions
Gang (Gang)
Look (Gang)
Look
[Verse 1]
We pull up in them trucks
Catch yo ass lacking, then you outta luck (Boom)
When that 30 bust, you just better duck (Boom)
Or I'm gonna dump you put you in a trunk
And I guarantee that when we see a opp
And that car stop, that his heart drop
We just rolled down, and them Glocks pop
They gon' make 'em bop, then his heart stop
Right on my block, bitches not safe
Let the opp come my way
Let the Glock spray, we do not play
Watch we send his ass, to where God stay
In the field it's real, they don't want Timville 'cause we doing drills (TTG)
TTG creepin' with the steel
They ain't scared to show yo' ass how I feel
Get yo' ass popped like a pill
Let them feel that Ruger, I'm so GDK Fuck Larry Hoover
Like Steph Curry I'm a straight shooter in they nightmares like I'm Freddy Kruger
Scared of me, got them niggas needin' therapy
Mad 'cause they ain't ahead of me
And ain't no rapper that can mess with me
They like, "Polo Gucci Boy, you the shit"
I already know, so why they tellin' me?
And these dealers wanna know my recipe
Cause I got the fiends I don't let them eat
Everything on me got two G's
So these bad bitches wanna mess with me
They just wanna flex and finesse with me
Tryna run through a check with me
When I say my name, she undresses me (Damn)
Tryna suck, fuck, yeah, have sex with me
I ain't havin' that
One time it's fine on me, you can have it back
Got a couple bands, don't know how to act
Got a few guns, don't know how to lack
Hanging out the roof of that Cadillac (Boom, boom)
If I see a brick, ain't no second chance
Make his ass do the hammer dance
Let the hammer blam, call an ambulance
Pistol blowin' like a ceiling fan
Get to dumpin' like the garbage man
When we in a field, you would think we textin'
Cause them hollows, they gon' send a message
Let the opps know that we not playin'
Polo G, man
You already know who it is, Polo G
I'm finna show em why my name should be in discussions
Gang (Gang)
Look (Gang)
Look
[Verse 1]
We pull up in them trucks
Catch yo ass lacking, then you outta luck (Boom)
When that 30 bust, you just better duck (Boom)
Or I'm gonna dump you put you in a trunk
And I guarantee that when we see a opp
And that car stop, that his heart drop
We just rolled down, and them Glocks pop
They gon' make 'em bop, then his heart stop
Right on my block, bitches not safe
Let the opp come my way
Let the Glock spray, we do not play
Watch we send his ass, to where God stay
In the field it's real, they don't want Timville 'cause we doing drills (TTG)
TTG creepin' with the steel
They ain't scared to show yo' ass how I feel
Get yo' ass popped like a pill
Let them feel that Ruger, I'm so GDK Fuck Larry Hoover
Like Steph Curry I'm a straight shooter in they nightmares like I'm Freddy Kruger
Scared of me, got them niggas needin' therapy
Mad 'cause they ain't ahead of me
And ain't no rapper that can mess with me
They like, "Polo Gucci Boy, you the shit"
I already know, so why they tellin' me?
And these dealers wanna know my recipe
Cause I got the fiends I don't let them eat
Everything on me got two G's
So these bad bitches wanna mess with me
They just wanna flex and finesse with me
Tryna run through a check with me
When I say my name, she undresses me (Damn)
Tryna suck, fuck, yeah, have sex with me
I ain't havin' that
One time it's fine on me, you can have it back
Got a couple bands, don't know how to act
Got a few guns, don't know how to lack
Hanging out the roof of that Cadillac (Boom, boom)
If I see a brick, ain't no second chance
Make his ass do the hammer dance
Let the hammer blam, call an ambulance
Pistol blowin' like a ceiling fan
Get to dumpin' like the garbage man
When we in a field, you would think we textin'
Cause them hollows, they gon' send a message
Let the opps know that we not playin'
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