For My Fans – Polo G Letra da música For My Fans. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Polo G.Lil’ Capalot (Lil’ Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha)(Damn E, this shit exclusive)On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged outYeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)FN knock his head off, fuck the jakes, we sped offDissin’ on the ‘net ’bout Ed and Lil Bit got his mans chalkedWe gon’ take his life, bitch, that’s how much dissin’ the dead costI put that lil’ bag up on his wig, he got his dreads baldTried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossedWe can speak ’bout bitches or this money, don’t do fed talkHundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cockIn a mansion I bought mama, with my lil’ sis’ makin’ TikToksLil’ Joe lеt that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplockWe gon’ lеave a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flopsCatch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shotSee them lights and take ’em on the chase, don’t do no pitstopsToo Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill ’em, what my chopper sayFuck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin’, shot his faceI was taught to get close on your man, don’t shoot from blocks awayI call my lil’ killer, “What’s the plan? Let’s whack an opp today”Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)Part II – WhooptySee like, this shit really be easy to me like, I don’t know, likeYou feel me? I do shit when I get bored, aight, you feel me?This rap shit just like second natureOn bro, Lil’ Capalot, man(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)Flukey, I heard he went out so flukeyJust enough facts that his ass was a goofyI’m from off Hudson where we do it for Gucci (Huh)Gucci, switch it up to the Prada or LouisWhole lotta clips for this chopper, no movieLike JT, bitch, I got a lil’ Uzi (Uh)Hop out the Impala, swingin’ his chopperWe cook his noodles like pastaWe gon’ spend like a watch to wipe out his rastaHe gon’ need God, fuck a doctor.40 punch like a boxer, hit him up properWe don’t need heat from the coppersVoices singin’ like operas, wake his whole block upWe give out shots like it’s vodkaI can teach you some shit, nigga, pay attentionWhen I stepped in the game, they like “Wait a minute”Now it’s mansions, man, we came from basement livin’I was trappin’ and still had some cases pendin’Came a long way from stuck in that station sittin’He can’t keep up with me, ’cause my payments differentOn the road with my demons, got Satan grinnin’Now we up on the opps, and they hate me winnin’, bitchPart III – No More Parties(jayygostupid!)Turn the beat up, turn the beat up, turn itMmm, mmmPop out, some killers at night timeGrew up with some villians, we don’t fight crimeHope you peepin’ the right side (Uh)Or they gon’ be watchin’ his lifelineI hate you, I love you, then it’s fuck you, can’t trust youTrue colors gon’ bust throughRelationships get hard and we all got one person we stuck toShit fuckin’ long, ’cause my bucks blue and my truck newHell, nah, don’t invite me to your functionWe’ll light it up for nothin’, keep a pipe, know how we comin’What’s my age? I’m 1300All this fame be hard to stomachFrom all that pain and all that sufferin’Like I got survivors guilt from my past, I’m always runnin’, uhGlock Gen5, no safety and them shooters hot like KDTold God to “Grab my hand, I’m only gon’ go as far as you take me”Know a closed mouth don’t get fed, so I told him “Fuck you nigga, pay me”For the gang flag I’m a patriot, goin’ G.O.A.T. status like BradyMmm, ooh, mmm, mmm(Pull up with a few goons, they some loose screwsGlocks blast, R.I.P. to you) Lançamentos de Músicas Category: Lançamentos de Músicas, Lançamentos Internacionais 2021, Músicas Rap