Bi Polar (feat. Redlite)
We won't stop until we catch the opps
Spin the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the opps
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
I just had a weird thought that this shit ain't even real
So I'm turning bipolar if this shit ain't what it seems
Sippin' alcohol, nigga tryna get up out my feels
Whiskey and that coke, got a nigga ready to kill
I got money in my pocket, still ain't even what it seems
Might fuck your mama, she been asking me to drill
So I'm turning bipolar, still ain't what it seems
Sippin' alcohol, tryna get up out my feels
Welcome to the rodeo
Bout five bitches jumping like a monkey show
When it's going right, I seem to fuck with ratchet hoes
But I'ma call you 6lack if I was waiting on you, I will never know
Don't play with it, 40 round blicky on my hip
But I aim different, running up a milli while I'm spitting
Cause my brain different, all my brothers winning when I'm eating
Ain't no lane switching, I'ma ride for my dawgs
Ain't no stop till we all make it
You so bipolar with your bitch and now you can't hit it
Thinking I'm the man, I fix my posture when I walk in it
Big splash, dipping in that pussy when I dive in it
Yeah, ain't no coming out your pussy, I do the life sentence
Yeah, little bitch, little bitch
We won't stop until we catch the bus
Spin the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the bus
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
Bye, bye bye, bye
I just had a weird thought that this shit ain't even real
So I'm turning bipolar if this shit ain't what it seems
Sipping alcohol, nigga, tryna get up out my feels
Whiskey and that coke, got a nigga ready to kill
I got money in my pocket, still ain't even what it seems
Might fuck your mama, she been asking me to drill
So I'm turning bipolar, still ain't what it seems
Sipping alcohol, tryna get up out my feels
Y'all want smoke, I say roll up
This shit dank, you gon' have to apply some roll on
Fix your face before they spray like Dioron
So I wouldn't hesitate to leave your body all run
Mow the riot in the bitch, cause your business smoke the wind
Tired of playing hide and seek, that's for pussies and rodents
I'm a beast, if we polar opposites
Me and my nigga, by the pull up, go bipolar
You might just hear a click
We won't stop until we catch the opps
Hit the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the pops
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
Till the world stops
Spin the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the opps
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
I just had a weird thought that this shit ain't even real
So I'm turning bipolar if this shit ain't what it seems
Sippin' alcohol, nigga tryna get up out my feels
Whiskey and that coke, got a nigga ready to kill
I got money in my pocket, still ain't even what it seems
Might fuck your mama, she been asking me to drill
So I'm turning bipolar, still ain't what it seems
Sippin' alcohol, tryna get up out my feels
Welcome to the rodeo
Bout five bitches jumping like a monkey show
When it's going right, I seem to fuck with ratchet hoes
But I'ma call you 6lack if I was waiting on you, I will never know
Don't play with it, 40 round blicky on my hip
But I aim different, running up a milli while I'm spitting
Cause my brain different, all my brothers winning when I'm eating
Ain't no lane switching, I'ma ride for my dawgs
Ain't no stop till we all make it
You so bipolar with your bitch and now you can't hit it
Thinking I'm the man, I fix my posture when I walk in it
Big splash, dipping in that pussy when I dive in it
Yeah, ain't no coming out your pussy, I do the life sentence
Yeah, little bitch, little bitch
We won't stop until we catch the bus
Spin the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the bus
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
Bye, bye bye, bye
I just had a weird thought that this shit ain't even real
So I'm turning bipolar if this shit ain't what it seems
Sipping alcohol, nigga, tryna get up out my feels
Whiskey and that coke, got a nigga ready to kill
I got money in my pocket, still ain't even what it seems
Might fuck your mama, she been asking me to drill
So I'm turning bipolar, still ain't what it seems
Sipping alcohol, tryna get up out my feels
Y'all want smoke, I say roll up
This shit dank, you gon' have to apply some roll on
Fix your face before they spray like Dioron
So I wouldn't hesitate to leave your body all run
Mow the riot in the bitch, cause your business smoke the wind
Tired of playing hide and seek, that's for pussies and rodents
I'm a beast, if we polar opposites
Me and my nigga, by the pull up, go bipolar
You might just hear a click
We won't stop until we catch the opps
Hit the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the pops
We gon' spin the block till the world stops
Till the world stops
Credits
Writer(s): Dwight Huey
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