P.I.T.S. (Poles In The Sprinter)

Let me talk my shit
Brooklyn

I made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows
Made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows

When we pull up to our shows
You know I got the pole
We ain't focused on the hoes
I made a million on the road
We was locked in
On our zone
Woe we did it on our own
We did it on our

Gang move like armies
Jewels type gaudy
Security cool
Still move with it on me
I'm plugged in
Nah they don't charge you
What they charge me
Crack in my Barkley's
Front row at the Barclays
Brooklyn
Yeah I'm from them blocks
Where we get that
Fam turned to opps
I really lived that
The Blanco gift wrap
A yo this the block here
Where we got rich at
You drill in every song
But ya block don't get back
Damn
Call 'em out
Jewels hit
Im all they talk about
Im walking in with it
To make sure
That I'm walking out
I'm outside
While you all for clout
Still into street shit
I lost a phone
And almost lost a route
Range with the forty
Stash with the cartridge
The drac in da car seat
The gauge in da 'Rari
Slide in the sprinter
No we ain't for the stories
Ain't safe on safety
Gotta keep it on me

I made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows
Made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows

I'm score lord
So yeah that mean
I shoot a lot
From around the way
But I'm comfortable
On any block
Mac blast
Watch it take off
When I raise the mop
Claim he wanted smoke
Caught him lacking
At the hookah spot
Use to play the lobby
Selling soft
I was burning pots
As a jit
I always played
The robber
I was snuffing cops
Now I'm older
Only plot
Is to make the Guap
A half a mil
On the house
A buck for the watch
Braids with the snap back
The drop top in Cali
Cor' hit my face time
And threw me the alley
Back to back flights
Getting paid for my flows
I been grinding
Out this motherfucker
I be on gooooooo
Yeah
How you told the Feds yes
But said no to the broooo's
We trimming off the fat
Finger fucking
All these hundo's
Bout to hit it from the back

I made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows
Made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows

When we pull up
To our shows
You know I got the pole
We ain't focused on the hoes
I made a million on the road
We was locked in
On our zone
Woe we did it on our own
We did it on our own



Credits
Writer(s): Ernesto Cortes
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