Poles
Poles all that I ride with on side of me
Lotta Guap I got knots the same size as me
These hoes hop cause I rock all designer things
Yea a young nigga getting Guap up got big Ju we look like shottas
Smoking more gas than them rastas
Cut one off then I add to the roster
All these niggas want green I want blues
Home Depot I'm holding them tools
I got green make you choke till you blue
Money trails only thing in my view
And bitch we gon kick down the door put a blick to yo throat
I can't stress bout a bitch who don't know what she want
I'm moonwalking off drank got me feeling like mike
93 in the blunt got me high as a kite
And all that I sip on is codeine I pour up some lines and then sip till I'm dozing
And all that I smoke is good dodie I roll up a wood and then smoke till I'm floating
Big 40 on me I be toting stay by side hole in one who run up on me
Ima ride for the Guap yea that's my ride or die won't switch up yea that's my one and only
Bitch I ride with poles with extensions
I'll fuck around put a hole in a bitch nawl I ain't missing
Young nigga like me ain't stressing out
Got grams for the fiends I'm blessing out
She was fucking on me and you kept her wow
She was touching on me and I stretched her out
And I can't give a hoe love Ima dub her I don't need her
I been sipping on bubbly putting my troubles in that reefer
And I been swerving lanes shipping pints getting my re-ups
Going down memory lane ease my trauma with sativa
And we spin da boy block like a ceiling fan
Ima give hoe rounds ain't no minute man
I got cup full up wok yea day dirty dan
I got chops full of rounds that'll make em' dance
It kickback make em' splat on his back
Slide wit Ps in the back of the lac
Got a beam on the Mac make it clap
Give me round of applause like I'm Mac
Poles damn right I keep em' on side of me
Riding real silently
Cause of my anxiety
Pussy ass niggas be hating real quietly
Them bitches niggas just be
Talking out they necks cuz them Hoes ass niggas yeah
They be hiding from me
Niggas be mad cuz one of they Hoes must sucking privately
While asking, Ju can nut all inside of me
Keep em them leeches away cuz
These pussy niggas have never could provide for me
Fake shit only make shoot shit violently
Right now I'm really like fuck society
Cause these fake ass niggas be trying me
But they know that tough shit
Hell nah, Ju ain't buy it
End up in blood
You niggas must die in it
End up lying in it
Coroners gon zip ya put tie in it
Lotta Guap I got knots the same size as me
These hoes hop cause I rock all designer things
Yea a young nigga getting Guap up got big Ju we look like shottas
Smoking more gas than them rastas
Cut one off then I add to the roster
All these niggas want green I want blues
Home Depot I'm holding them tools
I got green make you choke till you blue
Money trails only thing in my view
And bitch we gon kick down the door put a blick to yo throat
I can't stress bout a bitch who don't know what she want
I'm moonwalking off drank got me feeling like mike
93 in the blunt got me high as a kite
And all that I sip on is codeine I pour up some lines and then sip till I'm dozing
And all that I smoke is good dodie I roll up a wood and then smoke till I'm floating
Big 40 on me I be toting stay by side hole in one who run up on me
Ima ride for the Guap yea that's my ride or die won't switch up yea that's my one and only
Bitch I ride with poles with extensions
I'll fuck around put a hole in a bitch nawl I ain't missing
Young nigga like me ain't stressing out
Got grams for the fiends I'm blessing out
She was fucking on me and you kept her wow
She was touching on me and I stretched her out
And I can't give a hoe love Ima dub her I don't need her
I been sipping on bubbly putting my troubles in that reefer
And I been swerving lanes shipping pints getting my re-ups
Going down memory lane ease my trauma with sativa
And we spin da boy block like a ceiling fan
Ima give hoe rounds ain't no minute man
I got cup full up wok yea day dirty dan
I got chops full of rounds that'll make em' dance
It kickback make em' splat on his back
Slide wit Ps in the back of the lac
Got a beam on the Mac make it clap
Give me round of applause like I'm Mac
Poles damn right I keep em' on side of me
Riding real silently
Cause of my anxiety
Pussy ass niggas be hating real quietly
Them bitches niggas just be
Talking out they necks cuz them Hoes ass niggas yeah
They be hiding from me
Niggas be mad cuz one of they Hoes must sucking privately
While asking, Ju can nut all inside of me
Keep em them leeches away cuz
These pussy niggas have never could provide for me
Fake shit only make shoot shit violently
Right now I'm really like fuck society
Cause these fake ass niggas be trying me
But they know that tough shit
Hell nah, Ju ain't buy it
End up in blood
You niggas must die in it
End up lying in it
Coroners gon zip ya put tie in it
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Writer(s): Devonte Citizen
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