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go stupid - polo g lyrics

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[intro: polo g & lil juice]
ayy
gang, gang, gang, gang
mike will made-it
lil’ capalot, b-tch, ha
tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up

[verse 1: polo g & stunna 4 vegas]
hit this jug by the school, couldn’t wait ’til i got out of cl-ss
used to stare at the clock and sh-t
before all of this rap sh-t, i was g-ngb-ngin’
and doin’ highspeeds on the cops and sh-t
and i’m straight from the chi’, but i ball like king
up in cali’ and shoot like stojaković
keep applyin’ the pressure, i go on the run
and it ain’t no lettin’ it up, ain’t no stoppin’ this
had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
come outside, he be poppin’ sh-t
you ain’t heard about us, well you need to go watch the news
n-ggas know we be dropping sh-t
got the feds on my -ss in the hood
’cause they think i’m the one who been buyin’ them glocks and sh-t
i’m just focusin’ on music
they say my last tape was a cl-ssic, but i got some hotter sh-t (hotter sh-t)
might be rocking a show, if i’m not up the stu’, then i’m f-cking this cash out
don’t you know polo g? skinny, tall, with the dreads
that lil’ n-gga be rappin’ his -ss off
yeah, i heard she got surgery
still wanna clap from the back just to see if her -ss soft
go like harden with rockets, we blast off
tried to throw us some bullets, but we made them fumble
now you ain’t getting that p-ss out
finna block, now i’m takin’ my mask off
hit the gas like we racin’, speed off in them foreigns
and leave tire marks on the asphalt
it’s gonna be r.i.p. once your -ss caught
he like front, we knockin his cap off
another day, another chain, or a mac bowl
all this ice got me freezin’ like jack frost (4x)

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
that boy a b-tch, that’s his dad fault
if you play then you late, we can crash out (let’s go)
when i’m up in his sh-t, bet his man down (ooh)
in b.o.a., i’m pullin’ them bands out (cap)
d.o.a., b-tch i catch your man off
a rockstar from the block, i stand out
came from nothing, i fought my advance off
when i hit the game with my floor n-ggas, ran out, f-ck it (no, cap)
i’m not your average joe
when i leave the house, i tuck it
i’m rich, i don’t shop with no budget
my little youngin want him a bucket
i hop on his b-tch and run it (uh)
if i said it, i seen it and done it (uh, uh)
these lil’ n-ggas never rob n0body
ain’t caught n0body, and ain’t getting no money (cap)
where i’m from, it’s sport to gunplay
we adopt to the k!ller and dealers
but even them n-ggas won’t make it out one day
i pop my first xan i been had hood fame (yeah)
took off like i was on the runway
i’m a star but still post on the runway
them n-ggas talk, but don’t want play
we let them descent like the choir on sunday

[verse 3: nle choppa]
yeah, yeah
hop on this scene and i’m thuggin’
big glock on my hip so you know that i’m pushin’
catch me an opp, i’ma down him in public
the police keep askin’, i’m changin’ the subject
know where i grew up, man, a n-gga was rugged
why the f-ck you got a gun? you not gonna bust it
and the hundred round shots, i ain’t doin’ no tussin’
give a n-gga temptations like he david ruffin
i ain’t gon’ cap, i don’t even like rappin’
but i love wrappin’ them bodies and sh-t
f-cked the b-tch, and when i get done
i’ma up my glock and then rob the b-tch
catch a n-gga when he clock out
i’ma get him wacked at his job and sh-t
and i dont know why the police keep f-cking with me
’cause they ain’t stoppin sh-t, yeah
spin on your block like a remix
shoot him in the face, get his t–th l!cked
extended clip like a broomstick
shoot a fl!ck like netflix
scratch an opp off the checklist
i just bought a gun off craiglist
shoot and opp in the brain, i’m leavin’ the stain
only thing you see is red sh-t
if the police behind, we keep duckin’
my gun need some draws, he got nothin
whole gang, we strapped on testos
if a n-gga need play, he gon’ get bust, yeah
nle, the top shotta, don dada
got the bombs like al-qaeda

[outro: nle choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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