Poles

(Go Grizz)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)
 Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS, yeah
 Keep the strap up on my hip, they say lil' Choppa dykin'
 Hit it from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy)
 He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time that I'm rappin
 I'm knockin' his top since he think I'm cappin'
 Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
 Handguns and them automatics
 Chasin' that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
 Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
 These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
 Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden
 If a fuck nigga play, we gon' fuck it up
 Got my strap in the seat, told 'em buckle up
 I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
 Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?
 Ayy, bitch
 Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
 I told her drop her drawers
 And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
 She got some magical jaws, yeah
 Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
 Bitch, you know I ain't totin' no pro mag
 Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass
 I'm leavin' niggas layin' in a motherfuckin' shitbag
 They say, "Why you rappin' 'bout hoes and shit?"
 'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
 I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit
 VVS on my neck and they froze and shit
 Hit her one time and she actin' out
 Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
 And I fold lotta bows when I'm packin' out
 Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out
 My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
 When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
 I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
 Or just like some fuckin' lube
 I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
 Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
 This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
 Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
 Hold on, it's not easy
 I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
 Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
 The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
 If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
 Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
 Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
 Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
 I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm ridin' in my coupe
 Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
 Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
 How many guns I got? A lot
 And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot
 And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it's dope up in this pot
 And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it's lookin' like a knot
 Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (gang, gang)
 She want a bag and I got a bag
 But she don't get nothin'
 Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
 And I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
 Ayy, spend guala in public
 All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet
 Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin'
 In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutchin', yeah
 I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
 Or just like some fuckin' lube
 I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
 Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
 This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
 Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
 Hold on, it's not easy
 I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
 Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
 The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
 If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
 Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
 Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'