- Go Stupid 歌詞 NLE Choppa Polo G Stunna 4 Vegas
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- NLE Choppa Polo G Stunna 4 Vegas
- Polo G:
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mike Will Made it
Lil Capalot, b*tch, ha
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up
Hit this jug by the school, couldnt wait til I got out of class
Used to stare at the clock and sh*t
Before all of this rap sh*t, I was gangbangin
And doin highspeeds on the cops and sh*t
And Im straight from the Chi, but I ball like king
Up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin the pressure, I go on the run
And it aint no lettin it up, aint no stoppin this
Had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin sh*t
You aint heard about us, well you need to go watch the news
N*ggas know we be dropping sh*t
Got the feds on my ass in the hood
Cause they think Im the one who been buyin them Glocks and sh*t
Im just focusin on music
They say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter sh*t (Hotter sh*t)
Might be rocking a show, if Im not up the stu, then Im f*cking this cash out
Dont you know Polo G, skinny, tall, with the dreads
That lil n*gga be rappin his ass off
Yeah, I heard he got surgery
Still wanna climb from the back, just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with Rockets we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made them fumble
Now you aint getting that pass out
Finna block, now Im takin my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin, speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
Its gonna be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like front, we knockin his cap off
Another day, another chain, or a mac bowl
All this ice got me freezin like Jack Frost (4X)
Stunna 4 Vegas:
That boy a b*tch, thats his dad fault
If you play then you late, we can crash out (Lets go )
When Im up in his sh*t, bet his man down (Ooh)
[?] pullin them bands out (Cap)
D.O.A., b*tch I catch your man off
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothing, I fought my advance off
When I hit the game with my floor n*ggas, ran out, f*ck it (No, cap)
Im not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
Im rich, I dont shop with no budget
My little youngins want him a bucket
I hop on his b*tch and run it (Uh)
If I said it, I seen it and done it (Uh, uh)
These lil n*ggas never rob nobody
Aint caught nobody, and aint getting no money (Cap)
Where Im from, its sport to gunplay
We adopt to the killer and dealers
But even them n*ggas wont make it out one day
I pop my first xan I been had hood fame ( Yeah)
Took off like I was on the runway
Im a star but still post on the runway
Them n*ggas talk, but dont want play
We let them descent like the choir on Sunday
NLE Choppa:
Yeah, yeah
Hop on this scene and Im thuggin
Big clock on my hip so you know that Im pushin
Catch me an opp, Ima down him in public
The police keep askin, Im chagin the subject
Know where I grew up, man, a n*gga was [?]
Why the f*ck you got a gun, you not gonna bust it
And the hundred round shots, I aint doin no tussin
Drip a n*gga [?] like he David Ruffin
I aint gon cap, I dont even like rappin
But I learned about wrappin them bodies and sh*t
F*cked the b*tch, and when I get done
Ima up my clock and then rob the b*tch
Catch a n*gga when he clock out
Ima get him wacked at his job and sh*t
And I dont know why the police keep f*cking with me
Cause they aint stoppin sh*t, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face , get his teeth licked
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craiglist
Shoot and opp in the brain, Im leavin the stain
Only thing you see is red sh*t
If the police behind, we keep duckin
My gun need some draws, he got nothin
Whole gang, we strapped on testos
If a n*gga need play, he gon get bust, yeah
NLE, the Top Shotta, don dodda
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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