Poles ft. !Chvsefr

R.I.P. to these hoes, rest in my piss Me and Chase just walked in, with that damn

stick And I keep the pole, cause a young nigga getting rich Cash on me, got that bag on me, I ain't have shit, know I got a boast Mag on me make you lag, only if you running

up, you don't want no smoke Shells, nigga, send you right to hell, chopper ring like bells, Send you to the floor, he don't want no more

Got a taste of them poles

And my wrist don't froze, just like the north and the south shawty coming, show me what you about If you running, we gunning you down Running up and they wondering how I keep racks on me, taller than Yao Ming And your hoe want the whole thing, shawty feeding for the whole team Pour it up, I want the whole thing I'm with Lotto and wave, know they keep a beam And a number 9 on my jeans with a bad hoe, she a freak I got VVs on my teeth, and blood on my tee when I flip from the scene And you know that I'm smoking exotic pack and my lungs feel like I can't breathe Fuck around, n***a, turn to another pack If that lil n***a, try to reach Yeah, they like, who is he Got me looking around like this bitch wasn't talking to me She ask way too many questions I keep a Glock 19, with suppression These n****s snitching and giving confessions N***a, talk down and get sent up to heaven god damn

R.I.P. to these hoes, rest in my piss Me and Chase just walked in with that damn stick And I keep the pole, cause a young n***a getting rich Cash on me, got a bag, on me, I ain't have shit, know, I got a boast Mag on me, make you lag, only if you runnin up, you don't want no smoke Shells, n***a, send you right to hell, choppa ring like bells Send you to the floor, he don't want no more Got a taste of them poles