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make em say ugh - polo g lyrics

[intro]
ayy livy man, what the f*ck you on?
you know the f*ck, i’m on a whole lot of gang sh*t
whole gang, man
you know how the f*ck we bumping their type, we link up, b*tch
we plug, we send hot sh*t
let’s go

[verse 1: yungliv]
dome, free shots out his mag, my homie died, we get ’em back
i can’t save my [?] racks, just know them death threats got him wacked
his backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his bed
all my goons just known for wreck, that’s why they ain’t bene on the set
[?] i’m wit’ two choppers, one up, we stole it, it can’t be no statistics
ain’t not won, they get in the city, this over, mask his consequences
i fell victim to this sh*t when bro got called without his pencil
seemed like the opps cliqued up a broke, since i blew up, all for my instance
i’m so turned off, this rapping sh*t, it be an opp on modern privilege
off an x’, tuned up my body, i dare the opps to like my pitch
we can linkup, meet and greet, just know them bl!ckies will be wit’ ’em
she said she love me on my life, she f*ck my homie, link just wit’ him
[verse 2: polo g]
did them n*ggas run from out there? ran when they faced down
we gon’ make this sh*t bounce off the glass, jus like a chase down
i told liv, “go handle that”
then he like bellowed up his spray grounds
wicked ’em on the set, they catch a jailer, b*tch we a*bound
two of my glizzy jam
we hit all his friends, what you gon’ say now?
drums like a bands, like a drizzy fan, i let that drake sound
[?] worth them shots, we take his head off, we out that cage now
don’t get too comfortable, i’ve been in that water, quit acting like you can’t drown
smith and wesson spitting back to back like they on 80 mile
hollows wash his face, you wear this sh*t up like the face town
insta wild in ’em racks, so i been bearing blocks through paypal
i’m f*cked, offence, s*x
all amiri from the waist down

[verse 3: yungliv]
ayy, b*tch on d*cks, you know we turn, she won’t do me on my hips
out on the set, we binge, a double cup and codeine got me trippin’
all my rivals p*ssed, i sold my soul and blocked glock for them k!llers
we gon’ spin ’em, ain’t no missin’
f*ckin’ wit’ ’em, hop out, get ’em
smash the opps, a chance we getting
bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut ’em hollows in
don’t let this music sh*t confuse you
all my n*ggas know we k!ll
go ask them n*ggas why they couldn’t
we at [?] for the pandemic
he gon’ run and glizzy spots gon’ be the last thing he remember
[verse 4: polo g]
put his ass right in the burner
make it cold like its december
but he gon’ fall like it’s november
he a b*tch, don’t know his gender
turn p*ssy, kaitlyn jenner
when wickies dress, we winners
came a long way form beginning
sue the video at the opps park, we will let ’em glocks spark
i’m the type to get his top drop, then hit the top charts
doctor said ain’t no reviving him, this ruger stop hearts
don’t go tweaking’, we’ll let twin turn ’em, lil boy, that’s not smart
spend on sh*t at anytime, don’t care if it’s not dark
up and off, we dodge his sh*t, the police knows it’s us when shots spark
up top on evergreen in hudson, b*tch thats where my block starts
them jeans flipped through h*ll, we blown’ sh*t, might leave his cop heart

[verse 5: yungliv]
i fell off, it ain’t nothing, racks got onto my hood on the map
thursday, wheres two opps?
on friday night, we spin back out the lex
put denim, might mask it off, might jam
slam back the door, we make a mess
but for the same, we stay on christian street, biting more [?]

[outro: polo g]
uh, na*na, na*na
that chopper rock, his partner drop
lil b*tch i’m ttg and i got a lot of opps
and i’m from 1300, bae, that’s a baller block
b*tch

- polo g lyrics

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