Poles Quin NFN (Ft. NLE Choppa)

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS, yeah
Keep the strap up on my hip, they say lil' Choppa dykin'
Hit it from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (Yeah, ayy)
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time that I'm rappin
I'm knockin' his top since he think I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automatics

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Chasin' that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden
If a fuck nigga play, we gon' fuck it up
Got my strap in the seat, told 'em buckle up
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
I told her drop her drawers
And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
Bitch, you know I ain't totin' no pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass
I'm leavin' niggas layin' in a motherfuckin' shitbag