Polar

What the fuck what they gon blow? I know he scared now. Hop out he blow? You gon' get flared down
Cant, fuck with me, many, flows off my dome. Don't need a army, I pull up alone
He got a chop, he goin' insane. Hit your brain, movin' strange, can't be tamed
Bullets blaze, don't know what to say, can't entertain . I been tryna get some peace and stay out the way

Enough to say, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
god heal my soul, oh, take one, let's go, oh, no need for show, oh, oh, oh
I'm with them niggas, you know how it get. He pop up he gettin' up close
I'm a young nigga, I'm tryna go get it. I'm hustlin', gettin' my own, whoo
im ready im ready
Go, know they switch I know . Can't compare you wont
Turn yo ass to ghost, I'ma let you know
I'ma tell you right now, nigga, That is not your bro
Pull up and we score. What the fuck they talkin' bout huh

Pick him up blah get em up blah, Pick em up blah . Get em up blah, Get em up blah
Get em up blah, ha get em up up blah . Haha get em up blah
See him searchin', tryna hit him. And my brody tryna click up on him
And He know whats gonna come wit it

But they don't understand my niggas, they gon' go
I know he scared now. Pop out he blow You gon' get flared ' down
Cant, fuck with me, many, flows off my dome
Don't need a army, I pull up alone. What the fuck they talkin' bout huh

Pick em up blah, get em up blah. Pick em up blah, get em up blah
Get em up blah, get em up blah . Ha get em up HaHa, get em up blah
I know he scared now. You gon' be flared' down
Keep your distance, I ain't playin' around

Try to move and we go air it out Ha
What the fuck what they gon blow



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Writer(s): Perron Gregory
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