Lyrics:
to drive, i got a pole
where my smoke is?
Fell in love wit money, ya i fell in love wit power
Getting all this money, got me climbing up the tower
This shit
I'm sick of all these copycat rappers it's a joke
I'll never sell my soul
They'll never let you go
I sit back, grab my pole, let it smoke
Hollows
twerker, shake that arse, let me rrr, rrr, rrr
Shake that arse, let me lean and go
I'm in the back of the ride with bro
Oldschool, try smoke man's dome
lives do not sound the same (Hell nah)
Blunt like a pole boi, yea I smoke like a ounce a day (Goddamn)
Secure the bag before that shit just go down
on ya daughter she my hoe
Pull up in ya block who want smoke
Nggas got asthma don't want smoke
All my young nggas totin poles
Gimme the top with the lip
Bitch it's Tbz roman you know I'm from the 206
Shit get grimey I aint lacking I'm on stage with my stick
cint gone catch me with a puff I smoke
really want it all
All this cap don't make no sense
I want smoke like nardo wick
Grip that pole like john wick
No 6ix9ine baby I got the blick
Fuck nigga
above a nigga
I won't step on niggas toes or hold grudge on niggas
Cuz we got poles so if it's smoke then unload on niggas
That forty-five a hand cannon
only bro is this pole and we smoke
Any nigga that think he bold, out the bowl
Keep it funky with the funk nigga
Whatcha want nigga?
A clip to the dome
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
Faded in the booth
Four hoes, pills, and poles just pour smoke
Pants pockets, cargo in her way
I wave my arms, though
I wave my arms, though
Hotbox the whip, Fendi shirt
nigga wanna talk crazy then we load up
Real street nigga on my soul we won’t fold up
Everywhere I go you bitches know I got my pole tucked
Nigga want
the weed up cause we in Hell , yea I know
I'm addicted to the smoke
Got no stripper, got the pole
She see we hella litty tryna kick it, Taekwondo
Might pull
He tryda play me inda coke
4 years ago i took a pole
Now it free smoke
Cause they envy how I glow
We buy em all
Ain't sellin none
You know the street
ya wit dat stick, might call dat nigga Moses
We ain’t worried bout shit, we keep dem poles who want da smoke wit us
They kno bout 3, nigga playin
ya wit dat stick, might call dat nigga Moses
We ain’t worried bout shit, we keep dem poles who want da smoke wit us
They kno bout 3, nigga playin
keep rapping bout hoes and clothes
Cause I got whole lotta hoes and clothes
And I keep a whole strips and poles
A nigga want smoke we gone blow his
in the streets
Smoke in my whip
With a pole by my feet
I dear a nigga to try to
Rob me
Uh
I get gotta it
Yeah
Double tripple the digits
Yeah
Watch i
on a Roll
Gotta get to the doe
And my hitters on go
We on a roll
We on a roll
We on a roll
Lil Three got that pole
Oh they want smoke
They better get low
Four
get this money and that's word to my bros
And if a nigga run up that boy don't want no smoke
We gon up a fucking pole
Aim that shit at yo nose
Yeah he
white out
Either way we can get fucked up
Finally woke up
Get all your stuff
Get all your friends
Can all them dance
Get on that pole
Do all them smoke
Is
be dancing lil hoe
Toting the poles
Run up we smoke
Choppa on me
And you know that's my hoe
These bitches be pocket watching
Yea they hoes
I only wanna
that we ballin
Baby you know that we..
Ballin
Calling
Damn!
Stalling
Niggas don't want no smoke
Put my faith in this pole
I ain't never talk to no Po
smoking on some gas right
Bad bih to my left had me feeling right
Looking at her she like baby boy what we gone do tonight
Gun smoke
You know that we up
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