Can’t Fumble Polo G (Ft. G Herbo & NLE Choppa)

[Intro: Polo G]
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fum—

[Chorus: Polo G]
All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to?
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, uh

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Catch him lackin', put his ass on the high life
Few rounds got him down for the count like it's Fight Night
And my shooter don't talk like he the shy tyoe
Switchin' for his homie, man, that's who he gon' die like
Man, I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Say I ain't the man, how the fuck do you figure?
Two years in already up eight figures
We got it in while we was drunk off liquor
Pass me the ball like Kobe fourth quarter
Icebox piece took a flight out to Georgia
Reach and get popped it's gon go in that order
Backdoor locked can't go out like Rich Porter