polo g - get in with me (remix) lyrics
[intro]
go
lil capalot, b+tch, ha
man, y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on
(dxnte, you snapped on this one)
gang
[verse]
my lil’ glock and switch was cool, now i’m ridin’ with this chopper
last n+gga that played with us, urgent care, go see a doctor
b+tch, i feel like mad max, i be turnt up with my shottas
in the club, b+tch, bag back while i turn up off five shots
penthouse, top floor, stick in the box like roddy, maybe the reason i’m c+cky
b+tch, free my brother, he in there fightin’ a body, we was like jordan and scottie
with them chopsticks, we’ll fry your noodle, this ain’t no hibachi
all this hot sh+t, it’s gon’ go right through you, case closed, it’s a homi’
i spent twelve+fifty on some louis shoes, b+tch, i upped my fashion
i act arrogant, i’m rockin’ rubins and my jeans i’m saggin’
i’m the type of n+gga let you think sh+t cool, thеn i just start spazzin’
ballin’ on these hoes likе jordan poole and she love how i’m rappin’
get in with me, thick bad b+tch gon’ suck me up while i’m drivin’
rollin’ up, we turned his ass to backwoods, he got smoked in traffic
ain’t no passes, green light, go, we clappin’, blow ’til they subtract him
lil grouchy told me, “why would he try to run like he don’t know i’m accurate?”
he be tryna play like he wanna size me up, he must not know my savage
closed caskets, if the police ask us, we don’t know what happened
i remember jail calls all through securus, can’t come home, i’m trappin’
i never argue with opps, can’t take them serious, i’m just gon’ start laughin’
f+ckin’ up these racks, hoes on my d+ck, that’s why they mad at me
part+time p+rnstar, i got nothin’ but fl!cks inside my gallery
every time one of the bros get hit, my tooturnts slide for weeks
have your lips stuck together inside a ditch, watch when you decide to speak (b+tch)
phone ringin’, yep, pull up, leave sh+t cropped
lil’ bro shoot them glocks, still tell youtube these props
my lil’ demons hot, in h+ll where we gon’ rot
i used to beat the block
like, what you need? come shop, ha, b+tch
[outro]
lil capalot in this b+tch, man
y’all already know how the f+ck i’m comin’
ayy, b+tch, don’t run up on me talkin’ ’bout no “polo,” i’ma know you on some fan sh+t
foenem call me, “cap,” get the f+ck on, haha
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