“Where Yo Pole At?” lyrics

[Intro: Young Nooski]
(Ayy, JD on the beat, ho)
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Nooski!
Ayy, b*tch where yo pole at?!
Don’t run!
Hah!

[Chorus: Young Nooski]
He talk tough in them comments, where yo pole at when we slid? (b*tch!)
Caught his ass lackin', now his goofy face all in the wind (boom!)
b*tch, I’m 12 with a switch, why the f*ck would I pretend? (Hell nah)
Let the window drop, I hop out — grrah-grrah — spin again!
Don’t ask if we slid, you gon’ see that sh*t on shirts (on God)
We don’t do no warnin' shots — we shoot first, then reverse (skrrt!)
Buddy actin’ like a killer, put his face right in the dirt (f*ck him!)
Now his mama postin' pictures, cryin' talkin' 'bout he hurt (nah b*tch!)

[Verse: 4Block Lil Mari]
Big .30 Glock, that b*tch too fat, so I tuck it in my drawers (boom-boom!)
Spot a opp lackin' by the store, made him dance like Mardi Gras (f*ck, b*tch!)
He was tweetin' like a dеmon, now he layin' with his jaw split
I’m the oldest on thе drill, but I’ll show you how to off sh*t (bow!)
We don’t rap for the net, we shoot sh*t in real life (facts)
6ixteen years old, hoppin’ out with pipes bigger than my height (grrah!)
I was posted by them traphouses, we was thuggin’ every night
You was in the crib with juice and snacks, I was duckin’ red and blue lights (pus*y!)
They like “Mari go too far,” b*tch I ain’t go far enough (nah)
I heard that goofy still breathin', f*ck it, spin the block and rough him up (b*tch!)
Put his body in a bag, and his man in the trunk (for real)
Now they talkin' on the ‘Gram, like them lil’ boys don’t suck (lame!)
[Chorus: Young Nooski & 4Block Lil Mari]
He talk tough in them comments, where yo pole at when we slid? (b*tch!)
Caught his ass lackin', now his goofy face all in the wind (grrah!)
b*tch, I’m 12 with a switch, why the f*ck would I pretend? (Why would I?)
Let the window drop, I hop out — grrah-grrah — spin again!
Don’t ask if we slid, you gon’ see that sh*t on shirts (you gon' see it)
We don’t do no warnin' shots — we shoot first, then reverse (skrrt!)
Buddy actin’ like a killer, put his face right in the dirt (dirt!)
Now his mama postin' pictures, cryin' talkin' 'bout he hurt (nah, b*tch!)

[Outro: 4Block Lil Mari & Young Nooski]
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ayy, where yo pole at?
Don't run, b*tch
We really out here
Born in the Blitz, hoe
Young Nooski, Mari
JD on tha track, b*tch