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

codeine

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