POLLY POCKET (feat. Motorcity Jones)
FTF Skitty
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Right off the porch straight to the block Aint even got on no socks Ftf gang bitch you see the chain Ask hutch what it cost Don't touch or reach you might feel heat I'm not the one Christopher Bosh They said you can't be born with the seasoning Bitch I was born with the muhfuckin sauce See I done ran up I'm chasin a m Dreams of being on top Don't jump in that water if ya ass can't swim Stay posted on the dock Im moving this za za this ain't no Reggie bitch it's the cream of the crop If I give you a bag and you smoke it you hustling backwards ya ass needa stop Stop smoking ya profit ya ass needa stop It Go get you a lil Polly pocket Im countin bands marachi In a hotel room with a bout 20 rockets If I hear a knock The countin will stop Pick up the glock and I pop it 30 shots Put down the Glock Continue thumbin through the profit Hmm yea don't worry bout dawg he dead He thought he was Clifford put holes in his white tee, now his shirt extra red Im getting too old what the f*ck is a fight That's why I carry my lead Play with my money and mess with my family they find ya body with no head Hold on what Huh You heard what I muhfuckin said I smack a nigga in the mouth and tell em shut up like I was his dad Bitch I been up for a minute Loaded Geeked gone off the meds Making deposits dodging the cops You know we don't f*ck with no feds Right off the porch straight to the block Don't even got on no socks Ftf gang bitch you see the chain Ask hutch what it cost Don't touch or reach you might feel heat I'm not the one Christopher Bosh They said you can't be born with the seasoning Bitch I was born with the muhfuckin sauce See I done ran up I'm chasin a m Dreams of being on top Don't jump in that water if ya ass can't swim Stay posted on the dock Im moving this za za this ain't no Reggie bitch it's the cream of the crop If I give you a bag and you smoke it you hustling backwards ya ass needa stop You bitch I'm hot off the start And I just took the lid off the pot Lil bro just jumped out the drop Damn Finna f*ck up the drop F*ck I hit up the spot Huh We got out the spot Huh This shit real hot I just put that beam on his ass I just put the steam on his ass Yea where you gone run where you gone go You can't even call yo dad Came in this bitch no condom I had two extra mags I ain't really wanna f*ck with this bitch But I paid in cash Sike naw she paid wit ass Something going on and the bus ain't running F*ck it I'll take the cab Iont give a f*ck how niggas be coming But I'm bringing a bag Ftf business you know how we coming Think we a frat the way we be stepping I got the bitches she come with the weapons Ran off with the chicken it's zaxbys for breakfast I need some more of that zax sauce bitch Extra zax sauce bitch Dumb ass stupid ass motherfucker Come on baby let's go
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