Tote a pole

I tote a pole
I fuck on hoes
My gang, my bros
We really paid tho
Blacka! How dat thang go
We don’t fuck wit lames
We dash tha coupe
Them bullets sang
We blow ya brains
Ya snitchin on tha group
Bitches, I got two
Gimme all tha loot 
I blast on ya
I sic my dawgs on ya bitch
I got cash for ya
If you servin tha clique

[hook]

Switchin lanes in tha ~uh~
I put her on my team
Bitch you ain’t gon do nun
Money over everything
x2

Yea
See a pretty bitch
I run tha blitz
You a walkin lick
I up my stick
I’m money Mitch
I’ll getchu hit
Yea
I throw it
See dis heater? Yea I’ll blow it
When you see me, yea I’m holdin
Yea you see me, I’m prolly holdin 
This iron, yea this 9 by my side
While I’m out committin crimes
Turnt up, yea gettin live
This high feels like a stage dive
5 asking then it aint mine

[hook]

Switchin lanes in tha ~uh~
I put her on my team
Bitch you ain’t gon do nun
Money over everything
x2

tote a pole

Stick

My stick go off
I like to show off
Me and my niggas, yea we po up
It’s an event when I show up
Hatas mad cuz they don’t kno us
There aint nuttin you can tell us

My stick go off
Leave you in tha exhaust
Her jaw dropped
When I pulled off
Yea I skrted off
It aint nuttin to get you involved
Lil uzi, hit my shoulder
Brush tha dirt off
I’m fucked up at tha function
You hang wit cops, mclovin
You tha opps, so I’m gunnin
I got a Glock that I’m in love wit

My stick go off
When it pop off
I’m tha one dat start it
You didn’t want any part in it
Pull up and park it 
Yea I spark tha shit
Take off in a ~uh~

Yea I take off like I’m one of tha migos
I got that green like she-go
We talkin dollas, you got zero
You play tha villain, I’m tha hero
You bite rhymes, like dat’s what he wrote
Water on me like I need a boat
Copped a new bag like I need a tote

stick

on sight

on sight (instrumental)

stick (instrumental)

tote a pole (instumental)

off tha grid (instrumental)

Catch A Wave

Got a choppa, a stick
She call me papa, dat bitch
When she toppin dis dick
Yea
I got gang on me
Dat drank on me
Put ice in my cup
I’m so clean
She text tha deets
And then we link up
I’m shining nigga
You is a joke
I’m still not high
I want all of tha smoke
Opps around
My gun gon go
Pop
Air it out
Spinnin round ya
Block 

[hook]

Yea I get paid
Money makin everyday
I catch a wave, I catch a wave
There ain’t nothin you can say
I’m smokin blunts to tha face
Get so high, I’m in space
I’m not scared to catch a case
I wear my stripes like Gucci Mane
I catch a wave, I catch a wave

We makin clown niggas straight look like goofies 
Livin life like it’s tha movies
Cuz of my swag, she wanna do me
Square up, I’ll give you a 2-piece
You won’t do it cuz you’re pussy
I don’t smoke no fuckin loose leaf
Down for my bros like we tha doobies
Niggas red, they look like rubies
Young nigga codeine
I’m livin a dream
Put a knife in ya spleen
Imma real dope fiend
Yea we took tha po for a chase
Yea I tote a pole just in case
Yea I pull up at tha bank
Take all tha cash, nigga what you think
Skrt, gone in tha blink of an eye
Ya bitch is as hot as my ride
Live so fast, I’m not thinkin bout dyin
Pour up pints, mix it in tha sprite
Yea

[hook]

Yea I get paid
Money makin everyday
I catch a wave, I catch a wave
There ain’t nothin you can say
I’m smokin blunts to tha face
Get so high, I’m in space
I’m not scared to catch a case
I wear my stripes like Gucci Mane
I catch a wave, I catch a wave

catch a wave

catch a wave (instrumental)

Uh
Ok
I got bands on bands
Disrepect tha brand
We comin for ya mans
Run it, I ran
Drugs in my pants
You can find me at tha jeweler
A bitch lookin, imma pull her
Ya kno she want me cuz I’m cooler
Get tha kid to fuckin do ya
Yea I neva been a loser
Big steppin til my foot hurt
Leave him layin in tha dirt
Hustlin, I put in work
Put ya face on a shirt
Yea
Yea

[hook]

I might ice out a vintage
Put my arm in tha fridge
Knock tha lights out her kitten
I been livin off tha grid
x2

I been distant, I been missin
Need it done, then I done did it
Yea dis codeine dat I’m sippin
It’s on ice, yea it’s chillin
I just came off a binger
Yea I been thru tha ringer
Holdin up my middle finger
To tha po, to tha feds
Yea
A nigga a dead man walkin
If he do dat sneaky talkin
He don’t kno what he done started
He don’t kno we not bout opp shit
Get my stick out of tha closet
She back it up like she parkin 

[hook]

I might ice out a vintage
Put my arm in tha fridge
Knock tha lights out her kitten
I been livin off tha grid
x2

off tha grid

Yea
Ok
Trappin out dis place
Yea I’m trappin out dis place
Yea I’m muthafuckin paid
You can catch dis fade
Yea I put it in tha air
See me in ya nightmares
Run my city, I’m tha mayor
Turnt, so litty, I’m impaired
Yea
Gon and flex
I’m bout a check
Pull out, yea skrt
Leave them niggas hurt
Got dat heat, yea leave em burnt
I’m on a bean, a perc 30
Want dat beef, I got dat jerky
In my cup, yea it’s dat dirty
x2

dirty

Uh
I’m wit my set
I get her wet
40 to tha head
Carry a tec
Gotta stack
Getchu whacked
Gas pack 
Smells like cash
It’s in tha dash
Bitch been had
RIdin a jag
My soda’s purple
I’m tha wave, I’m surfin
Bitch slurp, slurpin
Get him merked then
Blow it down

Oh I think they like me
My diamonds biting
Lit like highbeams
Money piling
Drunk and driving
High like kites
DIrty sprite
Every ngiht

Yea I stay wit dat ~uh~
Make tha party jump
x4

blowitdown

I got money in tha bank yea
Fuck what you tink yea
I be sippin pink yea
I be sippin pink yea
That’s what I drink yea
You want it we can link yea
Ice on me clean yea
Ice on me clean yea
Ice on me, I’m cold hearted
This shit go dumb, retarded
Rip dearly departed
I go tha fuckin hardest
Aim it at ya brain, tha beam
I make tha choppa sing
Yea my choppa talk shit
Take ya top off wit tha stick
Aim it at ya noodle, chopsticks
NIgga you aint bout shit
I make figures off tha clout, shit
In tha club bouncin
I got money in tha bank yea
Fuck what you tink yea
I be sippin pink yea
I be sippin pink yea
Ice on me, I’m cold hearted
This shit go dumb, retarded
Rip dearly departed
I go tha fuckin hardest
Aim it at ya brain, tha beam
I make tha choppa sing
Yea my choppa talk shit
Take ya top off wit tha stick
Aim it at ya noodle, chopsticks
NIgga you aint bout shit
I make figures off tha clout, shit
In tha club bouncin

bouncin

Pop a pill
Pop a pill
Crack a seal
I crack a seal
She back it up just a lil bit
Ice cream how I hit a lick
All my niggas gettin it
Yea all my niggas gettin rich
In tha trap, yea in this bitch
Lit like a fuckin wick
Pour up syrup, it’s in tha mix
Blowin purp, blowin purp
Choppa make him hit tha jerk
On a bean, on a perk

Stack it, I stack my cake
Rockin an icy chain
Drippin like it’s rainin
Sippin, sippin, I feel no pain
Yea stack it, I stack it
Paid a hundo for tha jacket
Imma hitta, a mac 10
Bad bitch do it til she gaggin
I don’t fuck wit tha otha side
I slide like super dry
I’m on & poppin
x8

on&poppin

I’m drippin, drippin, drippin
Yea
Lifted, gifted, winnin
Yea
I’m for da gang
I got no aim
Ice out my wrist
Ice out my wrist
Them diamonds hit
Them diamonds hit
Skrtin tha whip
Skrtin tha whip
Ok
It’s up & stuck
My double cup
Spillin over
Wit pink soda
I’m neva sober
Yea
I’m paid, I ain’t gon hold ya 
I got green like lawn mowers
I’m neva gonna fold
Yea
Yea
Ok
Ok
I’m drippin, drippin, drippin
Yea
Lifted, gifted, winnin
Yea
Ok
I’ll pull ya card
Get high like mars
Jump out tha lyft
Fresh as a bitch
Brand new fit
I’m a walkin grip
RIp to Nip
Bitch get tha fuck
Keep it onna tuck
Keep it clutched
Yea
Ok
It’s up & stuck
My double cup
Spillin over
Wit pink soda
I’m neva sober
Yea
I’m paid, I ain’t gon hold ya 
I got green like lawn mowers
I’m neva gonna fold
Yea
Yea
Ok
Ok

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