Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polo & Shell Tops, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Polo & Shell Tops |
| Yea, yea |
| I remember… |
| I remember nights I used to sell rock, |
| Posted on the corner like a mailbox |
| First class ticket to a cell block, |
| Just to get some Polo and some shell tops |
| Cold world and they say hell’s hot |
| But it ain’t hotter than that choppa when them shells drop |
| Man I seen n*ggas play that block and get they bell rocked |
| Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o’clock |
| Tryna' get it, Dickie on and my fitted |
| Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I’m all with it |
| Money, cars and clothes, I wanted 'em all n*gga |
| I never was good at hoopin', I wanted to ball n*gga |
| Cause the OG’s sold keys and I had no cheese |
| Copper’s lock me, beat me down like I was Cochise |
| Old fiends coppin' work through they’re old dreams |
| They got shattered, it ain’t matter cause we thirst cream |
| N*ggas serving n*ggas moms just to make a flip |
| Homies murder other homies just to make a brick |
| Most my n*ggas done got busted tryna take a hit |
| The feds was right there, we was serving, they was taking flicks |
| This how it goes down in the jungle |
| Where n*ggas learn to shoot before they could rumble |
| Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door |
| And if they chase you better hope you don’t stumble |
| I wanted Polo with some shell tops |
| I just wanted Polo and some shell tops |
| And I was out there tryna sell rocks |
| Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops |
| I done seen close neighbors lose hope |
| Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope |
| I used to load my gun before I went to school first |
| It’s crazy n*ggas wanna kill me, we was cool first |
| And when it comes to friends you can’t let 'em too close |
| That’s why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first |
| And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast |
| And it all started from a dolla |
| Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada’s |
| Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit |
| All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, aw |
| Drug money, turn to blood money |
| I only roll with n*ggas that’ll take a slug for me |
| No matter what it is, I’ma pay that bail money |
| To get my n*ggas right, my n*ggas for life! |
| This how it goes down in the jungle |
| Where n*ggas learn to shoot before they could rumble |
| Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door |
| And if they chase you better hope you don’t stumble |
| I wanted Polo with some shell tops |
| I just wanted Polo and some shell tops |
| And I was out there tryna sell rocks |
| Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops |