Keep My Pole
Ive been ballin hard, Ive been ballin hard
Ive been ballin hard, yea Ive been ballin hard
Ive been ballin hard, Ive been ballin hard
Yea Ive been ballin hard, Ive been ballin hard
Its Gloccie
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
You get smoked, By this 4
Take it slow, ready to blow
Mouth filled with gold
Yea my boys on go, yea we kick down doors
And yea that's on Locs
Now Im up and y'all want features, I aint even get to meet ya
And Im riding with my Nina, talking shit bitch im a preacher
That bitch dumb she think I need her, Nah that lil hoe a skeeza
Do us wrong bitch we don't need ya, Like ya father Imma beat ya
Like ya father Imma beat ya, yea Im going to the bag now
Lil bitch I don't need ya, yea Im going to go cash out
Talk my shit Im preaching, That hoe ugly got her ass out
We in class and Im the teacher, We goin take this class down
Hoe bring out that old shit, Nah bitch we don't need that
If you talking hot then you dying guarantee that
Shawty coming over, see my dick she goin eat that
If I had one wish then my wish would bring Jaheim back
Then my wish would bring big bro back
"Shoot em in the head" This aint nun like a toe tap
Rappers in the city want you to blow, yea I hope that
If he talking hot we blow his cap I hope you know that (Bang bang)
Then my wish would bring big bro back
"Shoot em in the head" This aint nun like a toe tap
Rappers in the city want you to blow, yea I hope that
If he talking hot we blow his cap I hope you know that
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
I aint signed to Durk, but its Only The Family
I been goin hard, bitch I need me a grammy
I swear I try my best yea I do this for granny
I aint goin stop til Im rich or y'all blam me
Ive been goin stupid but you already knew that
Shot at all ya homies you should go and get your crew back
"Gloccie your shit fire" so I told the bitch true that
He was talking out his jaw so his ass just got blew back
Shawty what you really know bout me (Bout me?)
Me and all my brothers we got wealthy (Wealthy)
All these other rappers tried to doubt me
I can't have no bitch she might just clown me (Tried to clown me)
Shawty what you really know bout me (Bout me?)
Me and all my brothers we got wealthy (Wealthy)
All these other rappers tried to doubt me
I can't have no bitch she might just clown me (Tried to clown me)
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
Man I gotta keep my pole
I gotta keep my pole
Gotta keep my pole
Its Gloccie
Ive been ballin hard, yea Ive been ballin hard
Ive been ballin hard, Ive been ballin hard
Yea Ive been ballin hard, Ive been ballin hard
Its Gloccie
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
You get smoked, By this 4
Take it slow, ready to blow
Mouth filled with gold
Yea my boys on go, yea we kick down doors
And yea that's on Locs
Now Im up and y'all want features, I aint even get to meet ya
And Im riding with my Nina, talking shit bitch im a preacher
That bitch dumb she think I need her, Nah that lil hoe a skeeza
Do us wrong bitch we don't need ya, Like ya father Imma beat ya
Like ya father Imma beat ya, yea Im going to the bag now
Lil bitch I don't need ya, yea Im going to go cash out
Talk my shit Im preaching, That hoe ugly got her ass out
We in class and Im the teacher, We goin take this class down
Hoe bring out that old shit, Nah bitch we don't need that
If you talking hot then you dying guarantee that
Shawty coming over, see my dick she goin eat that
If I had one wish then my wish would bring Jaheim back
Then my wish would bring big bro back
"Shoot em in the head" This aint nun like a toe tap
Rappers in the city want you to blow, yea I hope that
If he talking hot we blow his cap I hope you know that (Bang bang)
Then my wish would bring big bro back
"Shoot em in the head" This aint nun like a toe tap
Rappers in the city want you to blow, yea I hope that
If he talking hot we blow his cap I hope you know that
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
I aint signed to Durk, but its Only The Family
I been goin hard, bitch I need me a grammy
I swear I try my best yea I do this for granny
I aint goin stop til Im rich or y'all blam me
Ive been goin stupid but you already knew that
Shot at all ya homies you should go and get your crew back
"Gloccie your shit fire" so I told the bitch true that
He was talking out his jaw so his ass just got blew back
Shawty what you really know bout me (Bout me?)
Me and all my brothers we got wealthy (Wealthy)
All these other rappers tried to doubt me
I can't have no bitch she might just clown me (Tried to clown me)
Shawty what you really know bout me (Bout me?)
Me and all my brothers we got wealthy (Wealthy)
All these other rappers tried to doubt me
I can't have no bitch she might just clown me (Tried to clown me)
Ive been balling hard everyday think this shit 2K
Finna cop a rollie and I want that bitch with blue face
Every time you see me, No attention
Bitch you two faced
This shit aint no game gotta tighten up ya shoelace
Shawty hadda leave, I aint wanna let you go
Gotta keep my head up when Im out here on the road
I stay taking drugs so shit don't get out control
All y'all want me dead, want my head, so I gotta keep my pole
Man I gotta keep my pole
I gotta keep my pole
Gotta keep my pole
Its Gloccie
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Writer(s): Gloccie Otto
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