[Polo G:]
Uh
So used to them grey clouds, I might f*** around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga up now, remember back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, once he play that writing role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
So used to them grey clouds, I might f*** around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Lil Wayne:]
Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard niggas got money out on my head, tell 'em \"Come crown the king\" (Huh)
Let the work out though for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Damn)
I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
Six-six deuce, my Piru, big suuwoo, slime my crew
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
It's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (Skrrt)
Promethazine me, a P on the [?]
I hid fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
I slide a nigga, I slide a ho (Ooh)
I bang on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slimin' hoes
On gang-gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold
Used to the grey clouds, I might f*** around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range (Top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a whole mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah
Polo G, Tunechi Lee (Yeah)
Call me Capalotty!
