Pillow Talk (Pillsbury Doughboy) Polo G (Ft. Scorey)

[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Tahj Money

[Chorus: Polo G]
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic, they some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rockstars, they love choppers, they some dread shakers
He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up likе Craig Sager

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Picked up some drip from ovеrseas for my designer fetish
From robberies to shoppin' sprees, we was young and desperate
I'd rather get it off the block than work a nine-to-seven
I'm chasin' cake until it kill me like I'm diabetic
These hot shells like a voice mail, they leave a message
But that won't get bro out the ground, I had to accept it
Wish I could talk to all my dawgs like send a sign from Heaven
Future Hall of Fame, then he the GOAT, yeah, he gon' die a legend
Lavish lifestyle, make sure I hit the baddest broads
If he don't practice what he preachin', then his ass a fraud
Back against the wall like, "Fuck the world" and all I had was God
Come from the struggle, bitch, we had it hard, uh