Poles (feat. NLE Choppa)
(Go Grizz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)
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
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?
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
They say, "Why you rappin' 'bout hoes and shit?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit
VVS on my neck and they froze and shit
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I fold lotta bows when I'm packin' out
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out
My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm ridin' in my coupe
Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
How many guns I got? A lot
And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot
And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it's dope up in this pot
And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (gang, gang)
She want a bag and I got a bag
But she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
And I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
Ayy, spend guala in public
All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin'
In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutchin', yeah
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)
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
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?
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
They say, "Why you rappin' 'bout hoes and shit?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit
VVS on my neck and they froze and shit
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I fold lotta bows when I'm packin' out
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out
My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm ridin' in my coupe
Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
How many guns I got? A lot
And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot
And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it's dope up in this pot
And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (gang, gang)
She want a bag and I got a bag
But she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
And I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
Ayy, spend guala in public
All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin'
In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutchin', yeah
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Bryson Potts, Quinlan Mcafee
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