More songs by Polo G
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Description
Associated Performer: Polo G & 42 Dugg
Composer, Lyricist: Taurus Bartlett
Producer: Southside
Composer, Lyricist: Joshua Luellen
Producer: Smatt Sertified
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Allen Ritter
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Jermaine Elliott
Recording Engineer: Todd Hurtt
Composer, Lyricist: Dion Marquise Hayes
Assistant Engineer: Peter Kuhlmann
Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Composer, Lyricist: Matthew-Kyle Brown
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Southside on the track, yeah)
(Ay Smatty, let's count up some f-)
New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air
My Too Turnts don't fuck around
Hot shit flame, we burn him down
Hollows bangin' out that 40 cal'
Bitch, they outside lurkin' now
Thought only God could judge us
He got 60 years on the murder trial
Can switch the flow, I'm versatile
I'm ahead of y'all by a hundred miles
These niggas soft, my bro a savage, he play a cold game
Quick to hop out right in traffic like he got road rage
30 shots, he keep on clappin' until his soul rage
Head down, they caught him nappin' and took his whole brain
These bitches trippin', I been on cappin', back to my old way
A lot of niggas trickin', that's what's keepin' all these hoes safe
Liquor in me, bend it over, kill it, don't do foreplay
She gon' wanna lick me way I'm drippin' in these Dolces
New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air
Yeah, Cap's with us, with the kid, young and rich
Block still mixed with Fent', come get a pinch
Don't let the anger get you killed, this shit get real
Eastside 30 sticks, I'm tryna blitz
I hope the gang don't look surprised, I'm droppin' five
He ain't even hit my bitch, but shit, he tried
I catch him out with all his shit, might get him robbed
I'm this trim, not 'cause I'm hatin', 'cause he a bitch
Might pour a six, I'm drinkin' Wock', no, this ain't Tris
And on the guys, before I cry, I'm tryna slide
Got a few niggas, I don't fuck with you niggas
Ever since I got rich, they been tryna stop shit, tuh
New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air