Put a beat on and I murder it,
You (*##$ #~!!@, imagine it,
Might get in the (*##$, I run it back,

I let her sqirt, never heard of that.
Those sad gangs ain't nothing, east side don't like nobody,
Let them high and tear them, and everytime on his body,


I'm Pollie Wallie, my whole team, we rolling,
These !@$@s wanna trip, want a (*##$ near a dich,

Okay, source up these !@$@s,
We $#&@ all these (*##$ so we just $#&@ all these (*##$es.
Okay, they did know I was %#@!ting, but I'm always on a mission, that was a reinvention,

Them !@$@s better get a picture, 'cause I swear to God I'm killing them,
Sitting here with the fiction, now nobody feeling them
I'm mister F B with a water ring, mister $#&@ that (*##$ with water ring,

I murder (*##$, I murder king.
Fear !@$@s, 'cause where you !@$@s from?
Rapping %#@!, !@$@, be your $#&@ing dayjob.


Okay, I'm rolling, going down, got them (*##$es getting photos,
Auto moto money, all the (*##$es trying to sell them off,

That pollie wallie, wallie, wallie, rolling like a molly
And she probably probably probably got a molly in her body.
Shawty in the back seat, shut out the book shots

While that !@$@ that switch cheese, $#&@ cops, they could suck @@#!,
And chop that can in a tree, bad (*##$ that stay crazy,
Talking about a real !@$@ while you $#&@ with my man ain't me.

Yeah, I go now, camera on the hoe,
Know I keep that glamour and that glamour wanna go.
I'm $#&@ing with the killers and they $#&@ing with that !@%!e,

!@^%s $#&@ing with that slope, !@$@ $#&@ed around to get smoke.
I spit that dope, that crack flow, that gun blow, that snipe with that scope.
Dehead a ex hoe, flow out the world to restrooms

You !@$@s all sexual, the game ain't nothing,
Keep ruining that to get down, hoe.


Okay, it's pollie wallie, break a (*##$ part of a molly,
Molly got these (*##$es like oh my golly golly
Then they run my dick, it's like a trump in the alley alley alley

And !@$@s been on trip or else is homie homie homie.
Fell in love with that bank girl, fell in love with that stank hoe,
That ain't nothing new, I'm just telling you how my day go.

If I $#&@ her, then I charge her as if she was out and they go,
Got a dope dick like a quarter, call me G money that pay souls.
That mean on my hip, but I lose all like airholes,

Gucci in my feet got me $#&@ing like pretty hoes,
Kill a big crib, but I $#&@ a blood and they own it.
Then a !@$@ trip, seem the slay wherever his jay go.


Swag, got like a rack in the back,
Now he said $#&@ these (*##$es in the back,

Now he mad, come to the hood, that's why I'm mad, !@$@,
The doom minatti, dressed in black with that click-clack, !@$@.