4L - Dark Polo Gang

Uh So used to them gray clouds I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame Ayy, young nigga up now, 'member 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 30 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 writin' 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 gray clouds I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (woo) Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (uh) Let the work thaw out for 14 days, that's quarantine (yeah) I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (yeah) Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group 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 g- on me for the smoke, that'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 the 'Gatti (skrrt) Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me I hide fettuccine from the federales I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals That money talkin' and we talkin' private I'm not correspondin', hold on Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh) I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a hoe (ooh) I banged on anybody, gang And I ball with all my slime-inos 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 shinin' gold Used to the gray clouds I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (yeah-yeah) For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range (top close range) He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah-yeah Call me Capalotty

Sick Luke, Sick Luke Ehi, ehi, ehi, uo Woo-woo-woo Ehi-eh-ehi-eh Ehi, uo-uo Woo-woo-woo Young Rich Tony Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova (bitch) Che poppa molly-molly (molly, bitch) Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova (bitch) Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony (yah-yah) Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly Young Rich Wayne, al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova che conta soldi (bitch) Acqua fina sui miei polsi (bling-bling) La mia faccia sopra, uh Rich Boy Rollie, VVS1 sui miei lobi Rich Boy backflip, faccio tornare indietro questi soldi Lambo, car wash Sembro appena sceso da uno shuttle (bling) Big drip, rich boy Pronto a fare fuoco come un cowboy Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony (yah-yah) Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly Young young, rich rich Dark dark, Prynce bitch Sull'osso del collo duecento g Chanel coi brillanti fa bling-bling-bling Oggi ho notato che ho due polsi Quindi ho comprato due orologi DPG, sempre più fastidiosi Metto troppe collane, ho la scoliosi (skrt) Rich boy, flex bitch Play boy, bad kids Ascoltando Dua Lipa sopra una Jeep Al McDrive voglio un doppio Cheeseburger, bitch C'ho il cervello bucato come un CD Non toccare il mio Rollie stupida bitch Siamo giovani, ricchi e ribelli Mi ha fermato un agente, mi ha chiesto un selfie Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly