THROW MY POLE ON

Talk stupid and get stole on

skinny jeans

Big glock and a big bank roll on

I hit the trap in to throw my pole on

Fuck twitter talk

You can get rolled on

Fuck all that pretty boy rap

Bitch im bringing gutta back

I gave it off consignment

Than bring my butter back

Running from the cops with rock

Like a runner back

RAH B In the streets

They dont want none that

If i loose a fight we gotta run it back

550 mercedes

Bitch its all black

Blitz ya trap

Set up shop

And make you buy it all back

If I aint a hotboy

Than what do you call that

You gone get your ass smashed

For thinking this all rap

You call yourself a dboy

And stuck on the same pack

Id rather chill with lions

Than chill with some damn rats

30 minutes in the streets

I done made me some damn racks

Dope sold money fold

Im not taking no grams back

Your bitch is out of line

Come get her

Cause she"ll get slapped

If i got to say it nicer

Imma give her face some dap

Make a couple off this rap shit and fall back

Imma make juvie proud when that nigga hear this track

30 in this 40 with a dick in lap

I be dropping hits now

I do it back to back

When I sign that deal

Im give my peoples racks

Talk stupid and get stole on

Skinny jeans

Big glock and a big bank roll on

I hit the trap in to throw my pole on

Fuck twitter talk

You can get rolled on

I say what I what want

Because my paper right

Play with my day ones

You wont see the night

Ill probably get me a brightlon

Because that bitch bright

I swear im drunk as bitch