Poles - Quin Nfn, 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 motherfuckin' 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

Chasin' that guala, bitch, I gotta have it

Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic

These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic

Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden

If a fuck nigga play, we gon' fuck 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' fuck or what?

Ayy, bitch

Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?

I told her drop her drawers

And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls

She got some magical jaws, yeah

Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag

Bitch, you know I ain’t totin' no pro mag

Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass

I’m leavin' niggas layin' in a motherfuckin' shitbag

They say, «Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?»

'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit

I’m the one buyin' her clothes and shit

VVS on my neck and they froze and shit

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

My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo

When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe

I might wet him like a swimmin' pool

Or just like some fuckin' lube

I’m fucked 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 nigga 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 bitch 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'

Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?

I got 'bout four, five choppers while I’m ridin' in my coupe

Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup

Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there’s steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)

How many guns I got?

A lot

And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot

And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it’s dope up in this pot

And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it’s lookin' like a knot

Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (Gang, gang)

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 niggas, 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

I might wet him like a swimmin' pool

Or just like some fuckin' lube

I’m fucked 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 nigga 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 bitch 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'