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Polo G

Taurus Tremani Bartlett (born January 6, 1999), known professionally as Polo G, is an American rapper from Chicago, Illinois. He is best known for his song with Bronx rapper, Lil Tjay, "Pop Out", which has amassed over 50 million views on YouTube and peaked at number 22 on the Billboard Hot 100. Lately, He has released his new album “The Goat”, peaking at #1 on the Most Listened Albums Of the Year. more »

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Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin', ayy (slidin')
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on a deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind

Make sure my phone on DND, I keep my door closed
I been tryna put the rap game in a chokehold
Diamonds VVSs, Gucci Cuban, color rose gold
We got weed, pills and Lean by the boatload
Don't stop at red lights, we stuck in go-mode
They killin' kids, wonder why the summer so cold
When your face pop up in my head, all I can say is "Damn"
Don't try to test us in here like we don't ace exams
For one night she gon' turn up to this song, like it's her favorite jam
And now I slide in that X7, 'fore I take the Lamb'
Critiquing all my movements, type of shit that make me hate the 'Gram
Know I'm not perfect, just accept me for the way I am

Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin', ayy (slidin')
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on a deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind

Had to make some plays up in that field, bitch we got tired of fumblin'
Hidin' them lil' shorties who stepped up like who gon' slide or somethin'
My niggas won't play, they hawk shit down, 'til you get tired of runnin'
He tripped and fell, they stood over him and that .9 was dumpin'
Like taco night, we leave them shells sittin' inside your stomach
Story the same, you know the usual, we die for nothin'
I dressed up for too many funerals, I'm tired of comin'
Made it out that shit, but it left scars, I'm still survivin' from it
All of them bad thoughts just tore me down, feel like my mind was crumblin'
I just want all this shit figured out, I swear I'm tired of wonderin'
Just 'cause y'all rep the same thang, don't mean them guys a hunnid
I come from starvin', fightin' cases, now I'm flyin' to London

Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin', ayy (slidin')
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on a deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind

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