Up Them Poles Fredo Santana (Ft. Ballout)
"Up Them Poles" by Fredo Santana featuring Ballout, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that delves into themes of street life, loyalty, and the struggles of growing up in a tough environment. The lyrics reflect a gritty narrative of survival and the realities of violence and crime. Musically, it features heavy bass and a trap beat, characteristic of the Chicago drill scene. The song has resonated within the hip-hop community for its raw authenticity and has contributed to the ongoing conversation about the challenges faced in urban settings.
[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Ballout, roll that dope up, man
Hey, Jessie, man, pass me the mollies, man
Turn up, man
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas, man?
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that nigga, just to let you niggas know (Fredo)
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
See, my money come first (what)
Have my youngins kick a door (3hunna, 3hunna)
Lay you on the floor (grah)
For that bag, for that money
You ain't got it, gotta go (we need dat)
See, that kush is what I smoke
You want beef? You get smoked (bang)
See, your bitch she a slut
She just suck and hit the door (I only want top man)
I'm that nigga, thought you know (what)
You ain't know then now you know (that nigga)
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (grah)
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
You turnt down, I'm turnt up (turnt up)
Play with me, you getting burnt up (bang)
My whole team got 30's (30's)
Two keys for the forty (40)
Smoking dope got me coughing
You play with me, you in a coffin (bang)
I don't fuck around with no goofy niggas (no)
Them niggas belong in the circus (clowns)
I wish a nigga would put they hands on me (what's gon' happen?)
I bet he won't never see his damn family (what)
'Cause all my niggas, they killas (what)
Savage life I'm living (bang)
I'm out here drug dealing (cocaine)
Just trying to make a living
Big ass crib but I only use the kitchen (skrt)
I don't trust niggas, they snitching (feds)
Tripping over these bitches (hoes)
Bitches loving my pimping (smack em)
Fuck a bitch, get missing
I'm with the shit and you isn't (nah)
So stop all that pretending (grah)
Ballout, roll that dope up, man
Hey, Jessie, man, pass me the mollies, man
Turn up, man
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas, man?
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that nigga, just to let you niggas know (Fredo)
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
See, my money come first (what)
Have my youngins kick a door (3hunna, 3hunna)
Lay you on the floor (grah)
For that bag, for that money
You ain't got it, gotta go (we need dat)
See, that kush is what I smoke
You want beef? You get smoked (bang)
See, your bitch she a slut
She just suck and hit the door (I only want top man)
I'm that nigga, thought you know (what)
You ain't know then now you know (that nigga)
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (grah)
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
You turnt down, I'm turnt up (turnt up)
Play with me, you getting burnt up (bang)
My whole team got 30's (30's)
Two keys for the forty (40)
Smoking dope got me coughing
You play with me, you in a coffin (bang)
I don't fuck around with no goofy niggas (no)
Them niggas belong in the circus (clowns)
I wish a nigga would put they hands on me (what's gon' happen?)
I bet he won't never see his damn family (what)
'Cause all my niggas, they killas (what)
Savage life I'm living (bang)
I'm out here drug dealing (cocaine)
Just trying to make a living
Big ass crib but I only use the kitchen (skrt)
I don't trust niggas, they snitching (feds)
Tripping over these bitches (hoes)
Bitches loving my pimping (smack em)
Fuck a bitch, get missing
I'm with the shit and you isn't (nah)
So stop all that pretending (grah)
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