Poltergeist

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Yeah
Pulled up to the club we brought them poles inside
Bitch ass lookin' scary turn that shit to fuckin' Poltergeist
How you claim that body? You wasn't there, that shit can't coincide
Can't come on my block you getting knocked off, my shit fortified
My hip look bulky cause them bands and the G lock
On my feet it's big Balenci
I don't rock no fuckin' Reebok
It's a AP on my wrist lil bitch
I don't rock no G Shock
Got them racks before a grown up it got feelin' like I'm C Rock
Had them bands before I grew up but I ain't talkin' Adam Sandler
Got a bad bitch on her knees and she say "please" she got good manners
Smoke a dead opp in a wood, he get it back he give me cancer
She ask for percs but she fed so I don't got no fuckin' answer
Talkin' on the gram but I don't sell less than a pound
Oh that's your bitch? I dicked her down
That's why you never come around
She was a lame with you I turned her up she boujee now
Foreign bitches, fly em out straight to my town
Too high I can't come down
Tryna ride my wave you better drip or you gone drown
That bitch say she like my swag she like how I'm designer down
She used to shop at Ross now my lil hoe got Gucci on her gown
He talkin' crazy on the net, I show my face he don't make no sound
Wipe him off the map, hide the body, it ain't gettin' found
Bro nervous with the blick he takin' X pills to relax
Lookin' like a lick but they ain't stealin' shit when I'm on that mound
Just got your cousin hit and I ain't talkin' bout no fuckin' bat
Spark up exotic smokin' thrax
You want a feat? You gotta pay that tax
Lil bro gone get him whacked
He don't need no contract he get paid the max
Up that chop I'll lay him flat
My bitch got poles up in her bag
She too pretty to be street but if it's up she gone up that Mac
Yeah
Pulled up to the club we brought them poles inside
Bitch ass lookin' scary turn that shit to fuckin' Poltergeist
How you claim that body? You wasn't there, that shit can't coincide
Can't come on my block you getting knocked off, my shit fortified
My hip look bulky cause them bands and the G lock
On my feet it's big Balenci
I don't rock no fuckin' Reebok
It's a AP on my wrist lil bitch
I don't rock no G Shock
Got them racks before a grown up it got feelin' like I'm C Rock
Ima bring my pole up in this bitch and you can't tell me shit
Why he askin' bout a hit?
He either feds or he a snitch
Either way he trippin' he gone get exposed I ain't talkin' pics
Just caught a body before I hit the stu it's fresher than my fit
He cryin' about his brother dyin', why he actin' like a bitch?
He say he gone back in blood
But it ain't gone end well if you slid
Headshots only, yeah you know we sendin' hollows at your lid
Chasin' bands I ain't chasin' no hoe, hell yeah I put that on my kids
And I don't even got no kids but I got some clones
Out here soundin' like me, dressin' like me, copyin' my whole flow
Stuffin' blue strips in my pockets like I race for Dynamo
Seen a lot of bodies drop but I still ain't never told
Bragging bout that body last time I checked that shit was tit for tat
You diss me Ima get you knocked off, that ain't gone get your brother back
Told my brother bring his Honda we can't slide down in no fuckin' Scat
Got five dimes like I'm fifty Cent, my bitches Michael Jackson bad
(Michael Jackson bad, yeah)
They Michael Jackson bad
Hold on
Michael Jackson bad
What?
Aye bro, you heard what I said
All my bitches Michael Jackson bad
And you ain't catchin' no body unless that shit tit for fuckin' tat
Like you knock one of us off, I'm knockin' all y'all off
F*ck y'all
I really keep that Glock on me bitch
Yeah
You heard what I said

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