Poles lyrics

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Winners Circle)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS, yeah
Keep the strap up on my hip, they say lil' Choppa dykin'
Hit it from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherf*ckin' wifin' (Yeah, ayy)
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time that I'm rappin
I'm knockin' his top since he think I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automatics

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Chasin' that guala, b*tch, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These n*ggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden
If a f*ck n*gga play, we gon' f*ck it up
Got my strap in the seat, told 'em buckle up
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, you gon' f*ck or what?

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, b*tch
Ayy, you gon' f*ck or nah?
I told her drop her drawers
And she was gaggin' on the di*k, her tongue was on my balls
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
b*tch, you know I ain't totin' no pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his b*tch ass
I'm leavin' n*ggas layin' in a motherf*ckin' sh*tbag
[Verse 4: Quin NFN]
They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and sh*t?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and sh*t
I'm the one buyin' her clothes and sh*t
VVS on my neck and they froze and sh*t
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I fold lotta bows when I'm packin' out
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out

[Verse 5: NLE Choppa]
My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe

[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Quin NFN]
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some f*ckin' lube
I'm f*cked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This n*gga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a b*tch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'
[Verse 5: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, what the f*ck a n*gga wanna do?
I got 'bout four, five choppers while I'm ridin' in my coupe
Ayy, b*tch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a n*gga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
How many guns I got? A lot
And b*tch, we trappin' spot to spot
And you would think this sh*t was gumbo, but it's dope up in this pot
And b*tch, my pockets is on swole, and it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this b*tch, n*gga, you a bombaclot, ayy (Gang, gang)

[Verse 6: Quin NFN]
She want a bag and I got a bag
But she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
And I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
Ayy, spend guala in public
All my n*ggas, they do what I do like puppet
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin'
In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I'm clutchin', yeah

[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Quin NFN]
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some f*ckin' lube
I'm f*cked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical Choppa because I'm ridin' with a lot of tools
This n*gga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
Heard they tryna be me, but it's not easy
Hold on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a b*tch like I'm Y-Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music, I'm not leakin'