California Pole Joe (Ft. FinnDaBin)

[Verse 1: Finnlay]
Bitches be like, "Stop that", but I don't fucking care
Wanna play spin the bottle, I'm chilling playing truth or dare
Down three bottles and I'm popping a fucking Perc
My homie trying to make it silly, I'm tryna make her twerk
Burnt my fuckin' burger, how the fuck do you do that shit?
Blew my chips and now I'm like, "Fuck that shit"
Me and Pole Joe making another fucking hit
Lit my blunt now I'm riding back, back
Stashing my backpack, 'cause I'm trying to fuck that tonight
I'm at the California bar fight, beatin' it up tonight
And I don't care about the fuckin' Perc
Not trying to fuck, trying to work
This shit is crazy, hope it fucking work
And if she good, then I'ma lurk
Spilt some fucking lean on my shirt it's okay
It was motherfucking purple anyway (Way)

[Chorus: Pole Joe]
Bitches looking at me strange
Bitches acting like I changed
I don't do it for the famе
I just do it for the game
Shoot a three point, I'll shoot it in your range
Walk in thе club like this is my place
Say it in the booth then I'll say it to your face
Caught a hundred bodies I just got the RICO case