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polo g - o.d.a. lyrics

we pull up in the trials
get your -ss like here
then you raddle up
when that 30 bust
you just better duck
and i’m going dumb
to put you in a trunk
and i guarantee that
when we see a opp
and that cop stop
and his heart drop
you just rolled up
and that glock stop
they gon make a bomb
then his heart stop
great, my block
b-tches know me
let the opp come my way
let the glock spray
we do not play
watch we set his -ss
not what god stated
in the field it’s real
they don’t want us
into their view
cause we’re doing drills
ttg creeping with the steel
and these get to show your -ss
how i feel
get yo -ss pop like a pill
let them feel the move
i’m so gdk
f-ck lean
i’m moving like stealthy
i’m a straight shooter
in ‘em nightmares
like i’m freaking cooler
scared of me
got them n-gg-s
need therapy
man, cause they are
in their head of me
and ain’t no rapper
that can mess with me
they like polo gucci boy (you know sh-t)
i already know somebody
telling me
and these drillas wanna know
my recipe
cause i got the things
i don’t let them be
everything on me
got 2 gs
so these bad b-tches
wanna mess with me
they just wanna flex
and finesse with me
tryna run through
a check with me
when i see my name
she addresses me
tryna some f-ck
have s-x with me
i ain’t having that
one time is found on me
you can have it back
got a couple brands
don’t know how to act
got a few guns
don’t know how to let
hanging out the roof
of that cadillac
if i see your brick
ain’t no second chance
make his -ss
do the harlem dance
let the hammer land
call it nb lens (?)
pistol blowing
like a cellophane
get to dump it
like a garbage man
when we in a field
you would think we texting
cause them hot throws
they gon send a message
let the opps know that we not play
gang, look, tho
imma run upon his -ss
with a pipe
take his life down
i’m another strike
thirsty for a new pack
like a hype
hit a b-tch with a strap
like a diaper
make a b-tch n-gg-
walk to the light
don’t get caught sleeping
that night
my lil n-gg- gripping
that pipe
lil n-gg- do a hit
and take fight
i don’t fight n-gg-s
b-tch i’m busting
i don’t like n-gg-
i do rockets
and i’m 17
but i’m getting to it
so these ground hoes
wanna f-ck me
keep a cannon on me
bigger than
my white exes husband
i’ll let him draw
on my cousin
cause if i be with the opps
then it’s f-cked up
if they ain’t day-ones
i don’t trust them
them that every week make me
a gang member
got them tank sprayer
cause we trying
to make it on gang land
if you ride a k
you a great man
once we slide on dm
we change, man
since the shorty
been on harsh era
used to watch wrestling
as a kane fan
gang member tryna
doing drills
i’m the n-gg- that
they sat for
when i’m in a field
i don’t play with shorties
i be aiming guns
with the big folks
point the ar out
where i tip-toe
big gun
let that b-tch blow
whole chiraq
better get load
k!ller my way
where i’m f-cking ‘round
we ain’t tryna box
what you be getting ‘round
bullets h-t his back
make his body bounce
out his -ss to the bodycount
mellow with seventh shooter
blowing range and in the shop
pull out the heavy glock
leave a messy opp
we gon hurt and whip
like a belly flop
i been chasing guala (?)
f-ck a petty daughter
i need a trap queen like
fetty wap
gang

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