Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polansky, artist - The Cool Kids. Date of issue: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Polansky |
| I’m locked in, the pot bubbling, I’m back in trouble again |
| My uncle with the gray stubble on his chin |
| Mixing up that pot tryna triple up his yen |
| Triple up the speed then he did the dividends |
| I’m out front in a double Benz |
| Blending in, all black tint, keeping it dim |
| Eyes checking for the rear view |
| Boldy hit my phone like, «Short, what’s on the menu?» |
| Did Mikey bring that ten through? |
| Plug hit me back, «You get that box that I just sent through?» |
| Spot right off of Kendall, serving out the side window |
| On the block, late at night, pitching dimes of that brindle |
| Niggas' pops getting swiped, niggas' lines getting swindled |
| It’s Butter Baby, got the trap spot stocked as hell |
| Keef worth a residue on the floor if you mop it well |
| I’m rocking vintage Lagerfeld, it ain’t hard to tell |
| Me and Asriel want all the blues like I’m Gargamel |
| Gotta show me the bag before we start the deal |
| Run them blue strips through the counter, it’s doing cartwheels |
| Down with the cartel from Harlow to Archdale |
| I’m Marlo, I’m Stanfield, I’m Avon, I’m Barksdale |
| On Hartwell with them |
| jar sale |
| Double R, with the new car smell, looking like a Starfield |