Polkadots

Wait, hella beams on niggas face, like polkadots

Put the dick up in her face, like open up

Put him up and bring him down like a shoulder shrug

If the feds slide, do the race ain't no roping us

What you talm bout

What you know 'bout having cold nights and it ain't even cold out

And the foreign so loud

I might need me a crib in the hills, bet you hear when I roll out

I should've told him

Nah, heard he like surprises, we we gon blow his mind

Don't get out of line