Poland
What up, Boat? (huh)
I love you Reese (to Poland, go, go, whoa)
I took the wock to Poland, whoa (go, go, go, go)
Y'all niggas broke as fuck, over there in poor land, whoa whoa whoa
Car jackin', my boy he's a tow man, whoa whoa whoa
Gettin money so I'm making an anthem
808s knockin' straight out the phantom
Fuckin' that bitch nigga I'm an animal
She know how to ride that stick, yeah manual
You tottin' that high point, but it's jammable
I'm sippin' on Wock, nigga, fuck that Malibu
Shoutout Yachty, we do what we wanna do
Smokin' on dope, whole lotta marijuana use
We know who hot, and it's not you
Fuckin' with me, better know that I got you
Drive house to house, do what I gotta do
Binoculars on the roof, we gon' watch you
And we gon' drop you when we spot you
Fake ass jewelry, I ain't finna rob you
Skrrt to my email, nigga Yahoo
Drac' shells get to feelin' like hot glue
I told her "Chill"
I got them white bitches, Emmett Till (Woah, woah)
I'm getting money, so I chill
Thankin' the lord I ain't sign a deal
Wake up, nigga, already rollin'
Yachty took that Wock out to Poland
Sippin lean, my piss I can't hold it
Stop tellin' me, I know that I'm goated
Hood rat bitch, know I can't control it
I wasted Wockiana on my concrete
RSG, nigga, yeah, we chose it
Put it in every hole, I went bowling (She's a freakshow)
I went [?] some toeski (Yeah, we in Poland)
K Camp that bitch before she dump me
Ain't fuckin' with the RICO, so I'm duckin' weed
I love you Reese (to Poland, go, go, whoa)
I took the wock to Poland, whoa (go, go, go, go)
Y'all niggas broke as fuck, over there in poor land, whoa whoa whoa
Car jackin', my boy he's a tow man, whoa whoa whoa
Gettin money so I'm making an anthem
808s knockin' straight out the phantom
Fuckin' that bitch nigga I'm an animal
She know how to ride that stick, yeah manual
You tottin' that high point, but it's jammable
I'm sippin' on Wock, nigga, fuck that Malibu
Shoutout Yachty, we do what we wanna do
Smokin' on dope, whole lotta marijuana use
We know who hot, and it's not you
Fuckin' with me, better know that I got you
Drive house to house, do what I gotta do
Binoculars on the roof, we gon' watch you
And we gon' drop you when we spot you
Fake ass jewelry, I ain't finna rob you
Skrrt to my email, nigga Yahoo
Drac' shells get to feelin' like hot glue
I told her "Chill"
I got them white bitches, Emmett Till (Woah, woah)
I'm getting money, so I chill
Thankin' the lord I ain't sign a deal
Wake up, nigga, already rollin'
Yachty took that Wock out to Poland
Sippin lean, my piss I can't hold it
Stop tellin' me, I know that I'm goated
Hood rat bitch, know I can't control it
I wasted Wockiana on my concrete
RSG, nigga, yeah, we chose it
Put it in every hole, I went bowling (She's a freakshow)
I went [?] some toeski (Yeah, we in Poland)
K Camp that bitch before she dump me
Ain't fuckin' with the RICO, so I'm duckin' weed
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Writer(s): Duwap Kaine
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