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- Polo G Be Something 歌词
- Polo G
- Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
Polo G：
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish
Ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag you get body-bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
Plottin on the come-up we was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills I was fiendin'
Got a bad b***h honey skintone pretty long hair she Belizean
Tryna tell you girl I can't love you
I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon
This function new
I can't show affection might bug out for no reason
Really you don't even gotta be here
I done got so used to people leavin'
You was ridin' for me then you switched up
Now it's f**k you and I mean it
Couple situations left me traumatized
Now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
If my brother need it then I got him
Man the whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
Tryna wake up from them nightmares devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
In my past life did some bad things
I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the drama
Hopped in the Benz now I'm speedin'
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag you get body-bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
Lil Baby：
Goofy tried stealin' my phone
Look these n***as corny
These n***as can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that b***h every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe 'cause she wanted one
These n***as nothin' like me I am one of one
Take the Bentley four hundred I pay the bond
You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this b***h
Everybody go dumb in this b***h
N***as h*es and they mama a b***h
In the hood like Obama and s**t
Presidential tint no tellin' who in it
Ask around I bet they tell you we winnin'
Different foreign cars ain't none of 'em rented
Hundred million cash I'm comin' to get it
Out in Cali' but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave 'em I'm bringin' 'em with me
Keep a glizzy it's goin' in with me
I can't let 'em get me
No time for bulls**t I'm sorry I'm busy
I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty
N***as be talkin' but they never do s**t
So if it ain't money I don't even listen
Polo G：
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag you get body-bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
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