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Polo G

Taurus Tremani Bartlett (born January 6, 1999), known professionally as Polo G, is an American rapper from Chicago, Illinois. He is best known for his song with Bronx rapper, Lil Tjay, "Pop Out", which has amassed over 50 million views on YouTube and peaked at number 22 on the Billboard Hot 100. Lately, He has released his new album “The Goat”, peaking at #1 on the Most Listened Albums Of the Year. more »

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Gang
Ayy man, look man, I'm TooTurnt Gang, man
Y'all already knew that though, on foenem
What the f*ck?

I'm from Ten Block, we don't dick ride 
Took a few L's, we can't let shit slide
Glock gon' work, don't care about his side 
I ain't just losin' my top, I been fried
In the trap spot, where your bitch hide 
Finally caught one opp, he should've been died
I'm from one block, I don't switch sides
To survive I could give you a quick guide
Better duck when this four-fifth rock 
He ain't with us see the bitch in his eyes
Just us on the forefront, run on big guys 
Run up on us, I don't think that shit wise
I'm the one that went platinum three times in the trenches 
That's why I'm the top in the 'Raq
Early mornings, yeah, I had to grind to go get it 
Was checkin' the profit from crack
I'm surrounded by shooters and killers, every time that I hop in the 'Lac
Since a youngin' knew I was that nigga, that ain't him so it's prolly an act
Wooski will make shit scary, just one deep
We put the belt on your shit like your auntie
You think I'm cappin', well, lil' nigga, come see
They undercover like 21 Jump Street
I'm recordin' the bros, they noddin' off lean 
They gon' try to play like they want sleep
I took off in a race like Lightning McQueen 
Still let off the K, let my gun speak
Who the f*ck want smoke with us? Go to war, blicks loadin' up
And my lil' niggas trained to kill, so their hearts been cold as f*ck
They been goin' through pain for real, catch a opp', they know wassup
We'll leave his lil' ass by his trainin' wheels 
Tryna hop in this shit, you ain't old enough (uh)

Big brodie, you tweakin' on this bitch (uh)
But you know how we do it though
Let me go and get they ass one time
Come here, where you going?
Bitch
Uh, uh

Park the V, bounce out, the first nigga I catch 
I'ma make him a pack (where you going?)
Old dude 'posed to be y'all breadwinner 
How you let his dumbass get whacked? (Like what?)
Wooski on X in the back of the 'Lac (no bap)
Roc tryna ride and he screamin' it's that (where you going?)
Reach for a diamond, Trench gon' up it 
And bust it, then get a f*ck nigga right back (grrah)
Think walkin' shit down, my favorite sport (like what?) 
F*ck the opps, show no remorse (no bap)
Die 5, we crackin' the forks 
If lil' nigga playin', we lightin' a torch (where you going?)
We wet shit up like drench, uh, drum all out of that blitz (no bap)
I'm steady hopin' he die with his wit' his lil' mans 
Spin back and grant 'em a wish
Lil' Trench known for walkin' shit down (like what?)
We wet 'em up and then watch 'em drown (no bap)
Brand new choppa, I'm lovin' the sound (like what?) 
Hunnid round drum, unlimited rounds (where you going?)
He felt the switch and went turnin' to God 
His soul was lost, and now that shit found (no bap)
Told Ms. Nancy, I'm sorry for wakin' the neighbors 
But this damn Drac' too loud (like what? Like what?)

Nigga, all my bags heavy, I'm gettin' money
Come try to roll up on us while I'm holdin' this mag steady, you must be a dummy
Got like a hundred on us, all my guys ready, wrap shit like a mummy
I don't be givin' no f*ck, I heard he died, I'm petty, I think that it's funny, uh
This real life, I ain't cappin' on Pro Tools
Renegade, we don't f*ck with them old dudes
Man these niggas be movin' like hoes
MAC or the Glock, I'll let my lil' bro choose
I was pushin' the pack by my old school
Had the shit for the low, like Whole Foods
In this shit I could prolly be gone soon
Mine or yours in the street, them cold rules

Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Like what?)
Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Grrah)
Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Where they at? Nigga)
Ayy, Cap, man, where the f*ck his shooters at? (Where they at? Nigga)

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