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let it bust - polo g lyrics

[intro: polo g & king von]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
von

[chorus: polo g & king von]
i keep calling plays, like i’m phil jackson
we got glocks and k’s, ’cause the field crackin’ (grah, grah)
goofy better tuck his chain (what?)
man, my vultures will sn*tch it (huh?)
you can die a hundred ways, don’t blink, ’cause it will happen (boom, boom)
i ain’t in no rush to save (nah)
i drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
my b*tch bad like she will not behave (huh?)
she get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
long nights in the dog pound (d*mn)
what if i was still trappin’? (what, huh?)
baby, ar make ’em fall down (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’

[verse 1: polo g & king von]
he think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been happy (who?)
my squad don’t give no f*ck, we touch sh*t up, just like i’m bin laden (go)
run in to them bucks, my gucci scuffed, (run) now i got rich habits (run)
i done had enough, might let it bust if they don’t quit cappin’ (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
uh, now reload and i can’t see straight off the x, ’cause i just keep roll (i just keep roll)
sippin’ henny in my cup, i can’t keep focus
he cuffed that b*tch, he fell in love, i make her deep throat it
[verse 2: king von]
you know von, i’m known to go in
n*ggas hoes, they be wearin’ [?]
i got about four*five of her friends
bet a b*tch won’t cheat on me again
i get out my body, i got bodies, this is a hobby, n*gga
i get out that pill, i’m gon’ score and shaq can’t stop me, n*gga (boom, boom, boom)
your main b*tch, i probably hit her, (yeah) and your homie sister (uh*huh)
even though that’s folk’s cousin, man, f*ck lil mister (f*ck, boom, boom)
i was just a shorty kept a .40, i would never work (nah)
teacher ask me what i want to do, i told her shoot
she think i’m talkin’ about some steph curry (boom, boom, boom)
man, n*ggas better hurry, hurry (run)
we throwin’ hail mary’s, you catch this, you gettin’ buried (boom, boom, boom)
smokin’ on that terry berry, they left him bl**dy mary (ooh)
these n*ggas play, act like they dead
i pull up with more clips than tyler perry (rah, rah)

[chorus: polo g & king von]
i keep call in place, like i’m phil jackson (plays)
we got glocks and k’s, ’cause the field crackin’ (huh)
goofy better tuck his chain, man, my vultures will sn*tch it
you can die a hundred ways, don’t blink, ’cause it will happen (boom, boom)
i ain’t in no rush to save (nah), i drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
my b*tch bad like she will not behave (huh?)
she get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
long nights in the dog pound, what if i was still trappin’? (d*mn)
baby, ar make ’em fall down, hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’ (rah, rah)

- polo g lyrics

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