[Intro]
Polo G, man
You already know who it is, Polo G
I'm finna show em why my name should be in discussions
Gang (Gang)
Look (Gang)
Look

[Verse 1]
We pull up in them trucks
Catch yo ass lacking, then you outta luck (Boom)
When that 30 bust, you just better duck (Boom)
Or I'm gonna dump you put you in a trunk
And I guarantee that when we see a opp
And that car stop, that his heart drop
We just rolled down, and them Glocks pop
They gon' make 'em bop, then his heart stop
Right on my block, bitches not safe
Let the opp come my way
Let the Glock spray, we do not play
Watch we send his ass, to where God stay
In the field it's real, they don't want Timville 'cause we doing drills (TTG)
TTG creepin' with the steel
They ain't scared to show yo' ass how I feel
Get yo' ass popped like a pill
Let them feel that Ruger, I'm so GDK Fuck Larry Hoover
Like Steph Curry I'm a straight shooter in they nightmares like I'm Freddy Kruger
Scared of me, got them n***as needin' therapy
Mad 'cause they ain't ahead of me
And ain't no rapper that can mess with me
They like, "Polo Gucci Boy, you the shit"
I already know, so why they tellin' me?
And these dealers wanna know my recipe
Cause I got the fiends I don't let them eat
Everything on me got two G's
So these bad bitches wanna mess with me
They just wanna flex and finesse with me
Tryna run through a check with me
When I say my name, she undresses me (Damn)
Tryna suck, fuck, yeah, have sex with me
I ain't havin' that
One time it's fine on me, you can have it back
Got a couple bands, don't know how to act
Got a few guns, don't know how to lack
Hanging out the roof of that Cadillac (Boom, boom)
If I see a brick, ain't no second chance
Make his ass do the hammer dance
Let the hammer blam, call an ambulance
Pistol blowin' like a ceiling fan
Get to dumpin' like the garbage man
When we in a field, you would think we textin'
Cause them hollows, they gon' send a message
Let the opps know that we not playin'
[Interlude]
(On Foenem) Gang, look, though

[Verse 2]
I'ma run up on his ass with a pipe
Take his life down, then earn another stripe
Thirsty for a new pack like a hype
Hit a bitch with a strap like a dyke
Make a bitch n***a walk to the light
Don't get caught slippin' at night
My lil' n***a grippin' that pipe
Lil' n***a do a hit and take flight (He go)
I don't fight n***as, bitch, I'm bustin'
I don't like n***as, Uncle Ruckus
And I'm seventeen, but I'm gettin' to it
So these grown hoes wanna fuck me (Hmm)
Keep a cannon on me bigger than Mariah's Ex Husband
I'll let it drum on my cousin
Cause if he with the opps, then it's fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
If they ain't day-ones, I don't trust 'em
Damn near every week
Me and gang and them got them thangs sprayin'
'Cause we tryna make it on gang land
If you ride a K, you a brave man
Once we slide on him, he a changed man (Skrrt)
Since the shorty been on hot shit
Used to watch wrestling as a Kane fan
Gang nem tryna do a drill
I'm the n***a that they sent for
When I'm in a field I don't play with shorties
I be aiming guns with the big folks (Boom)
Point the AR out where I tip-toe (Boom)
Big gun, let that bitch blow
Whole Chiraq better get low
Killer mob, we don't fuck around
We ain't tryna box what you be gettin' 'round
Bullets hit his back and make his body bounce
Add his ass to the body count
Mello with the seven, shoot from long range hittin' every shot
Pull out the heavy Glock, leave a messy opp
Leave him hurt and wet like a belly flop
I been chasin' guap, fuck a petty thot
I need a trap queen like Fetty Wap
Gang (Gang)