Testo G63 - Polo G feat. Offset
Testo della canzone G63 (Polo G feat. Offset), tratta dall'album HOOD POET
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (please)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (hey)
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (hey)
We could put shit under off a ten-speed (brrt)
I just pay my gunners out my rich jeans (woo)
I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My wrist cost three (three)
Running to the money with no sleep, exhausting (go)
Dropped a tear watching my brother in a coffin (damn)
Elliantte on my neck, you seen a dolphin (water)
Brother switched up 'bout that check, that nigga lost me (switched)
Bulletproof when I come through, so they don't off me (hey)
Dreaming 'bout that check, I had to scheme to get that check (scheme)
You went big, I can't forget and I got demons in my chest (demons)
We got switches, burn his flesh (brrt)
I go Chrome Heart 'cause I'm blessed (Chrome)
You ain't gang, then you a guest
Entertaining none of my ex (hey)
I got millions I invest
Ain't no rats, we ain't infested
We send shots to send a message (brrt)
Step on opps just like a pest (step)
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (please)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (hey)
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (B's)
We could put shit under off a ten-speed (hey)
I just pay my gunners out my jeans
Tryna score a point, that's for the block where I was drafted
Different nigga, they confirm they killed 'em, I was laughing
Head-splitter, Glock with switches spitter, they bought caskets
My crib bigger, out the mud, I'm rich, I upped my fashion
Huh, count cash, uh, new Celine
Niggas fall off after hitting, that's a new disease
My killers stepping, I can show you what my troopers mean
We put attachments on our weapons just to shoot with ease
Lil' foenem terrorize they block, they wanna see me dead
I pray I see like 50 million 'fore I see the feds
Long live the guys and fuck a opp, now all I see is red
My shorty fiendin', he be hot, they only feed him meds, mmm
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (please)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (hey)
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (hey)
We could put shit under off a ten-speed (brrt)
I just pay my gunners out my rich jeans
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Joshua Luellen, Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Taurus Bartlett, Murenets Nikita, Matthew-kyle Adrian Brown, Alex Levesque, Johan Issac Rosa
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