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Quin NFN

Poles

 

Poles

(album: 4NUN - 2019)


[NLE Choppa:]
Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)

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 dyking
Hit it from the back one time, I ain't doing no motherfucking wifing (Yeah, ayy)
He saying that I'm lying every time that I'm rappin
I'm knocking his top since he think I'm capping
Put him on the news, we bringing the static
Handguns and them automatics

[Quin NFN:]
Chasing 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 doing 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?

[NLE Choppa:]
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
I told her drop her drawers
And she was gagging 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 toting no pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass
I'm leaving niggas laying in a motherfucking shitbag

[Quin NFN:]
They say, "Why you rapping bout hoes and shit?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
I'm the one buying her clothes and shit
VVS on my neck and they froze and shit
Hit her one time and she acting out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backing out
And I fold lotta bows when I'm packing out
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashing out

[NLE Choppa:]
My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe

[NLE Choppa (Quin NFN):]
I might wet him like a swimming pool
Or just like some fucking lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm riding 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 blessing the mic, but I'm not sneezing
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
(The car got no ceiling, 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 leaking

[NLE Choppa:]
Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm riding 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 trapping 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 looking like a knot
Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (Gang, gang)

[Quin NFN:]
She want a bag and I got a bag
But she don't get nothing
Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
And I'm living too fast, mama couldn't do nothing
Ayy, spend guala in public
All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushing
In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutching, yeah

[NLE Choppa:]
I might wet him like a swimming pool
Or just like some fucking lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm riding with a lot of tools
This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
[Quin NFN:]
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessing the mic, but I'm not sneezing
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceiling, 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 leaking

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