Poled Up
(专辑: Double Baccin - 2019)
[Max ThaDemon:] This how we rocking man Double O
in the
booth Max ThaDemon in the
booth Gang (Boom boom boom boom) If he reach in his sweater, get holed up If you see me then blow, cause I'm poled up Niggas talk on the
'net but don't blow none Call Haze up one time and he fold 'em If he reach in his sweater, get holed up If you see me then blow, cause I'm poled up Niggas talk on the
'net but don't blow none Call Haze up one time and he fold 'em If he reach then we bending him When I
spin through the
opps I'm gone clap like a
gentleman There's no beef that I'm settling Put some shots in his face and then get low from the
sentencing Goofy niggas go to court just to pay fines All my niggas got jammed doing state time Get a
trap flip a
pack over state lines No chest only heads, call 'em FaceTime And I'm still doing drills with the
same nine Kev-Loc sending shots from the
baseline I
don't miss, sending mine from the
waist line Doing drills don't rush they gone take time When I
spin its for real I'm gone shake the
spot Every grams gone count so I
scrape the
pot Free B
he upstate for a
couple chops If I
run up get low cause I'm taking tops Head-shot, dead-shot now his brains spilling Max-Loc cutthroat I'm a
m8villian Fuck a
charge, take a
charge, Imma stay drilling Hella cars, playing hard ima play villain Head-shot, dead-shot now his brains spilling Max-Loc cutthroat I'm a
m8villain Fuck a
charge, take a
charge, Imma stay drilling Hella cars, playing hard ima play villain Me and M-Dot go back to back Bando we trapping that Double O
stay where the
'matics at Don't spin where the
Babies stay, raid where your lady lay Shots at his head take is face away I'm smoking the
dead opps, you can smell all the
souls on me Run up keep a
pole on me And keep all them racks cause those niggas done told on me Get caught I
don't know homie You ducking these shots So I'm ducking these cops If I
shoot then you know he ain't coming back Everybody they thumbing and scamming I'm taking this chain and then run up a
twenty pack You ducking these shots So I'm ducking these cops If I
shoot then you know he ain't coming back Everybody they thumbing and scamming I'm taking this chain and then run up a
twenty pack (Gang) You know how we rocking man Kev Hundo with me TMO shit, BBE shit Got Haze with me (Boom boom boom boom boom) [Kev Hundo:] Made it back off the
re-up Back to the
trap cause my piece had [?] up On a
block with a
glee tuck Make the
wrong move you gone get your whole team touched (Boom boom boom) AP, gun on my hip got no safety Never needed no help like Lil Baby But shout out my mama she made me Back on the
strip was the
factuals Wanna beat gang then you gotta move tactical Just copped me a
two tone [?] is my youngin, run through homes Like what Your a
broke boy get-away Dumb fuck I
only got time to get payed Ran a
block on the
opposition Call bro two shots DOA now his mommy missing Many men Spin on your turf, get to injuring Double O
seven must spin again Swear you niggas is sweeter than cinnamon I
don't care what you claiming what set you in I
just stick to myself shit I'll bend again (Gang) Pockets stuffed up with that blue cheese Walk in the
spot everybody like who he Cameras out cause they know its a
movie And my sections got bottles and groupies In the
streets they be screaming out two three In the
streets they be screaming out two three (Gang gang gang gang gang gang) None of you niggas don't know me, that was the
old me Twenty-three shots like I'm Jordan Run up, I
swish like I'm Kobe Me and Ginóbili Stay on the
strip we be balling TJ gone wet up his whole team Put that on broski All of my niggas important I'll have you dead by the
morning (Gang) How can you hate on me I
waited patiently Mindset was just to get back On the
court come and play with me I
keep some cake with me James Harden when I
step back James Harden when I
step back (Babies) Try to tell me cinnamon ain't sweet So how the
fuck cinnamon toast crunch taste How the
fuck a
honey-bun taste Ain't that shit sweet nigga Fuck outta here TMO