lpb poody - stolo lyrics
stolo lyrics
[intro]
(ayy+ayy+ayy+ayy, ayy, that’s probably tago)
(pipe that sh+t up, tnt)
they say, ’ayy, it’s probably tago”
nah b+tch, it lil poody with the draco
ayy, look
[chorus]
i see yo’ baby daddy, he a buster
he wanna be like me, but he ain’t got no hustle
baby, i’m the type of n+gga get it off the muscle
and i like to tote them stones, ain’t got time to tussle
she wanna eat my chips, but she can’t get these ruffles
i got it out the mud, b+tch, check out my knuckles
you the type to get on one knee and tell her you love her
but i’m the type to takе a n+gga b+tch and i’ll f+ck her
we do it under covеrs
cruisin’ down the streets in my stolo, jackin’ these b+tches, slapping the hoe
we on some street sh+t, catch a opp, we put a tag on his toe
he said, pressure got a lighter ’cause we packin’ the smoke
[verse]
i said we packin’ the smoke, b+tch, we packin’ the smoke
tec 9 and ar’s, we got some gadgets with scopes
i got some sh+t that hold a hunnid, leave a patch on a boat
she told us all about you n+ggas, you be cappin’, we know
oh, we ain’t nothing like you n+ggas, we a different breed
interscope, done signed a n+gga, give my thanks to bree
7 figure n+gga, want a feature? that’s gon’ be a fee
gcm, the label, you ain’t heard, b+tch, we getting cheese
i call lil’ mama kaepernick, i told her take a knee
she wanna be a bot for the gang, so let her be
these hoes out her doing sh+t that i ain’t never seen
i’m from the hood baby, certain sh+t amaze me
posted in the yo like i’m gotti, shout out cmg
go tell the opps i ain’t hiding, b+tch, they know where i be
you either catch me with red right there on cam street
he serving percs by the 10, come get ’em 10 a piece
[chorus]
i see yo’ baby daddy, he a buster
he wanna be like me, but he ain’t got no hustle
baby, i’m the type of n+gga get it off the muscle
and i like to tote them stones, ain’t got time to tussle
she wanna eat my chips, but she can’t get these ruffles
i got it out the mud, b+tch, check out my knuckles
you the type to get on one knee and tell her you love her
but i’m the type to take a n+gga b+tch and i’ll f+ck her
we do it under covers
cruisin’ down the streets in my stolo, jackin’ these b+tches, slapping the hoe
we on some street sh+t, catch a opp, we put a tag on his toe
he said, pressure got a lighter ’cause we packin’ the smoke
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