Set the Tone 3 (feat. Bandgang Lonnie Bands)
(Aye Dawson gang, you world wide)
Stop rapping our life nigga
Hey Polo, I came with the tommy no Hilfiger
I be dolo with a big pole for you lil niggas
How the fuck I don't got a plaque but got seven figures
How the fuck I blow off rap and still wrap chickens
Used to serve crackheads that look like Tyrone Bigums
Now every month we really re-up with a quarter million
I don't save the hoe, I save the dough, I'm A super villain
I got my young nigga rich all he know is killing
Hold up Lonnie I got some young niggas trained to kill
Cloudy ass chain boy that shit look like stainless steel
Entanglement with two bitches like Jada and Will
Ridin with some shit that'll cut yo lights, better pay the bill
Niggas finished, took a break I came back replenished
Pop a nigga in his eye, if he playing with my spinach
I got new season Versace but the glasses vintage
If you walk up in this trap you bet not act suspicious
If you walk up in this trap you better lock the door
It's Ludacris up in this bitch we in here throwing bows
I'm in here tryna seal a pack I got bows to go
Every time A opp drop we dropping a four
What a time to be alive outside with the Drake
Starting to feel like Tarzan outside with the apes
You can tell I've been to hell, it's all in my face
Before I let a nigga catch me, I'll catch me a case
Hey Polo, I came with a tommy no Hilfiger
I be dolo, with a big pole for you lil niggas
How the fuck I don't got a plaque but got seven figures
How the fuck I blow off rap and still wrap chickens
How the fuck I bounce back I didn't have shit
How the fuck you didn't have yo strap, got yo ass kicked
Perc thirty in my body, finna do a backflip
Ballin ask my life I grew up and got a bad wrist
I ain't hearing shit you sayin' like a adlib
Hunnidpack Savy make the pack disappear
Yo old ass tryna compete better drink a beer
Like a mirror when I up, it's closer than appears
How the fuck you ain't bring yo pole got yo ass hoed
How the fuck you ain't pay yo note, got yo shit towed
A lot of niggas looking up to me like I'm six four
How the fuck I get ahead of you and you're big bro
(I thought you was big bro)
Stop rapping our life nigga
Hey Polo, I came with the tommy no Hilfiger
I be dolo with a big pole for you lil niggas
How the fuck I don't got a plaque but got seven figures
How the fuck I blow off rap and still wrap chickens
Used to serve crackheads that look like Tyrone Bigums
Now every month we really re-up with a quarter million
I don't save the hoe, I save the dough, I'm A super villain
I got my young nigga rich all he know is killing
Hold up Lonnie I got some young niggas trained to kill
Cloudy ass chain boy that shit look like stainless steel
Entanglement with two bitches like Jada and Will
Ridin with some shit that'll cut yo lights, better pay the bill
Niggas finished, took a break I came back replenished
Pop a nigga in his eye, if he playing with my spinach
I got new season Versace but the glasses vintage
If you walk up in this trap you bet not act suspicious
If you walk up in this trap you better lock the door
It's Ludacris up in this bitch we in here throwing bows
I'm in here tryna seal a pack I got bows to go
Every time A opp drop we dropping a four
What a time to be alive outside with the Drake
Starting to feel like Tarzan outside with the apes
You can tell I've been to hell, it's all in my face
Before I let a nigga catch me, I'll catch me a case
Hey Polo, I came with a tommy no Hilfiger
I be dolo, with a big pole for you lil niggas
How the fuck I don't got a plaque but got seven figures
How the fuck I blow off rap and still wrap chickens
How the fuck I bounce back I didn't have shit
How the fuck you didn't have yo strap, got yo ass kicked
Perc thirty in my body, finna do a backflip
Ballin ask my life I grew up and got a bad wrist
I ain't hearing shit you sayin' like a adlib
Hunnidpack Savy make the pack disappear
Yo old ass tryna compete better drink a beer
Like a mirror when I up, it's closer than appears
How the fuck you ain't bring yo pole got yo ass hoed
How the fuck you ain't pay yo note, got yo shit towed
A lot of niggas looking up to me like I'm six four
How the fuck I get ahead of you and you're big bro
(I thought you was big bro)
Credits
Writer(s): Andrell Brown, Kerrion Williams, Lonnie Bands
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