Ħella Pøles
(Ha, ha, ha,Your Crazy Dawson)
(Homeboy chief isn't that liked)
I said, I said fuck that, I got hella sticks Hella Poles
Get to that bag, I ran it up while they troll
I put trust up in this Glock' and fuck that lil' ho
We step, we just like a army, something like G.I. Joe
Swerve up in that Maybach and that bitch is two-tone
She gon' pour me up told her suck me to my new song
I-I-I just got my bucks up, you fucked him that's fucked up
I just put my cup down, she holdin' my nuts up
And-and this shit is too much, fuckin' on like two sluts
I just sipped my cup and jumped back in she said it's to much
I-I-I just popped an oxy, movin' like a zombie
No, you cannot stop me, Hilfiger I rock Tommy
Come, come on, try to rob me, get
Hit up with somethin' gnarly
Shootin' for the stars, goin' far, you can't stop me
(You, can't stop me stop me)
Get a buck, like Tampa bay
Fuck that bitch, I'm out the way
Either out there with your bitch
Or, I'm tryna make a play
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said fuck that, I got hella sticks, Hella Poles
Get to that bag I ran it up while they troll
I put trust up in this Glock, and fuck that lil' hoe
We step, we just like a army, something like GI Joe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Ha, ha, ha, you're a crazy Dawson
(Homeboy chief isn't that liked)
I said, I said fuck that, I got hella sticks Hella Poles
Get to that bag, I ran it up while they troll
I put trust up in this Glock' and fuck that lil' ho
We step, we just like a army, something like G.I. Joe
Swerve up in that Maybach and that bitch is two-tone
She gon' pour me up told her suck me to my new song
I-I-I just got my bucks up, you fucked him that's fucked up
I just put my cup down, she holdin' my nuts up
And-and this shit is too much, fuckin' on like two sluts
I just sipped my cup and jumped back in she said it's to much
I-I-I just popped an oxy, movin' like a zombie
No, you cannot stop me, Hilfiger I rock Tommy
Come, come on, try to rob me, get
Hit up with somethin' gnarly
Shootin' for the stars, goin' far, you can't stop me
(You, can't stop me stop me)
Get a buck, like Tampa bay
Fuck that bitch, I'm out the way
Either out there with your bitch
Or, I'm tryna make a play
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said fuck that, I got hella sticks, Hella Poles
Get to that bag I ran it up while they troll
I put trust up in this Glock, and fuck that lil' hoe
We step, we just like a army, something like GI Joe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Ha, ha, ha, you're a crazy Dawson
Credits
Writer(s): Dawson Rodgers
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