Poles

NLE Choppa Quin NFN

歌词

Go Grizz

Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (Winner's circle)

Extended the clips in all of my guns,

I could go to war with ISIS

Keep the strap up on my hip,

They say, "Lil' chop a dyke"

Hit her from the back one time,

I ain't doin' no mother****in' wifin'

He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin'

I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin'

Put him on the news, we bringin' the static

Handguns and them automatics

Dressed in that guala, *****, I gotta have it

Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic

These *****s fake, I see through 'em like plastic

Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden

If a **** ***** play we gon' **** it up

Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up"

I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up

Take a trip for a week, are you gon' **** or what?

Ayy, *****

Ayy, you gon' **** or nah?

I told her, "Drop her drawers"

And she was gaggin' on the ****, her tongue was on my *****

She got some magical jaws, yeah

Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag

*****, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag

Them hollow tips gonna split right through his *****-ass

I'm leavin' *****s layin' in the mud for ****in' ****bags

They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and ****?"

'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and ****

I'm the one buyin' their clothes and ****

VVS on my neck and they froze and ****

Hit her one time and she actin' out

Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out

And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now

Smoke a whole lotta ****, I ain't flashin' out

My chopper kill just like a kangaroo

When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe

I might wet him like a swimmin' pool

Or just like some ****in' lube

I'm ****ed up in the head, I might just pull up

And shoot up the school

Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools

This ***** tried to rob me

So you know I had to drape the dude

But they tryna be, but it's not easy

Hol' on, it's not easy

I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'

Put the gang on the ***** like I'm Y Beezy

The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy

If I said it, I said it, and I mean it

Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan

Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'

Ayy, what the **** a ***** wanna do

I got 'bout four, five choppers

When I'm ridin' in my coupe

And *****, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup

Now a ***** need a toothpick

'Cause there's steak stuck in my tooth

How many guns I got? A lot

And *****, we trapping' spot to spot

And you would think this **** is gumbo

But it's **** up in the pot

And *****, my pockets is on swol',

And it's lookin' like a knot

Top shotta in this *****, *****, you a bombaclot

Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag,

But she don't get nothin'

Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast,

Mama couldn't do nothin'

I spend guala in public, all my *****s,

They do what I do, like puppies

Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin',

In the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin'