Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poles, artist - Quin Nfn. Album song 4NUN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
Poles |
| 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' |